Ya know … when I said I wanted a ‘rita — I should have been more specific. Cuz now we got this Rita bitch floatin’ around the Gulf of Mexico with a fancy eye on Houston.

I’m leaving to go somewhere north with my mother and a few members of my extended family. Looks like we’re going to Oklahomo, where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain. And ya know, the wavin’ wheat can sure smell sweet … yah, yah. I know. I’ll stop — I’m not THAT gay.

Anyway, as of this posting (10pm, Tuesday, Sept. 20, 2005), I am very much alive and have all my possessions about me, some which are about to packed and loaded into my car.

I worry about my friends here. I know everyone for the most part is leaving … but I still worry. I would be devastated if something happened. So, friends — if you read this — I expect you to text message me to let me know you’re ok, please.

PLEASE.

Or I’ll so kick your ass when we get back.