i'm back. i hope

so, i made a new years resolution to start blogging again, or at least writing again. i've spent the past two months figuring out how to get back on the writing bandwagon. i also noticed how many freaking pictures i've taken over the past five years. and so between the blogging and the picture taking, i have decided to at least start this blog up again telling a story about one of these pictures. i am original. but, eventually, this will also help in my self-effacing memoir i hope to write in twelve years after my second stint in rehab and my sex tape with colin farell is leaked on the internet.

alright, here we go. sound the trumpets.




so this picture was taken in prariedog town, kansas. it was taken in july 2006 during a road trip i took with my friend michelle. and this point, we had been on the road for a month and some change, we had subsisted on beer, string cheese, camel lights and diet coke, completely ran out of things to talk to each other about, got the car impounded in san francisco, rebuffed the sexual advances of former mormans in utah and in general were sick of being in a mercury sable.

anyway, back to prariedog town. according to maps.google.com, prariedog town is on route 83 between spica and oakley, kansas. it is, quite officially, between nowhere and boringtown. michelle and i decided to go because the advertisements that started somewhere back in colorado advertised the largest prariedog IN THE WORLD. unless you plan on making the trip out there, don't scroll any farther or else you will be disappointed and your trip will be ruined.




(it's the one on the left).

but back to the original picture. prairie dog town is full of animals (including prairie dogs!) but for some reason this baby goat followed me and my supercool pac-sun studded belt around the petting zoo/ strangest place on earth the whole time we were there, all the while continuously head-butting me and nibbling my pants (boot cut, btw). our relationship

so that is the story of the baby goat and the studded belt.

i do believe that somewhere that not so baby goat is falling asleep, curled up next to some prairiedog whose name he won't remember in the morning, dreaming of that studded belt.