My parents agreed to co-sign a debt consolidation loan for me. I’ve got everything I need - I think … credit application; credit card information including addresses, account numbers and balances - for tomorrow morning to go walking into that bank and get all of my credit cards paid off. I’m trying to remember if I forgot something, but I don’t think I did. Wish me luck.

I saw this over at Epistolary:

Mr. Perry was asked by a reporter what he had to say “to gays and lesbians who are serving in the military right now in Iraq who are going to come back to Texas and may not be entitled to the same rights as the rest of us?” Mr. Perry responded that “Texans have made a decision about marriage, and if there is some other state that has a more lenient view than Texas, then maybe that’s a better place for them to live.”

In other words, in Texas, if you’re gay, it doesn’t matter that you served in the military with honor, it doesn’t matter that you may have been in combat, may even have been wounded, may have saved other soldiers’ lives. To (edit: add “most”) Texans, you’re a second-class citizen, not worthy of the same basic human dignity that a “normal” person is.

Says a lot about Texas, doesn’t it?

UPDATE:

Let me be more clear - fuck the Texas majority who enjoy treating people like second class citizens. There are, of course, some truly noble people in Texas.

If you haven’t heard by now about the June Baltimore Bloggers’ Happy Hour, I have only one question to ask you: do you live in a cave? Anyway, I’m stealing this entire section from Jason J. Thomas’ blog:

June Blogger Happy Hour
When: Wednesday, 15 June 2005, 5:30 PM
Where: Little Havana Restaurante y Cantina Cubana (location and directions can be found here)
What: The consumption of margaritas, mojitos, and other adult beverages with fellow bloggers and friends.

These happy hours are a lot of fun, and you should go, especially if you’ve never been to one before.

Unfortunatly, I will not be able to make it.

There are a variety of reasons but it boils down to one big one: $$.
I’ve had a few unexpected expenses this month, and a big expected one (soaking & replacing my cell phone; car registration; health insurance), and I’ve still got to mail out my credit card bills by Monday.

I’ll see you blokes in July!

*UPDATE*

There seems to be some confusion about the reasons I’m not coming. This isn’t because I can’t afford $10 to spend on beer. It’s because I work a cash job. If I don’t work, I don’t make money. Usually it isn’t a big deal to take off a night, or even an entire day. But for the reasons listed above, I can’t afford to miss work — I stand to make $50-$60 Wednesday night, in addition to my hourly, which altogether should come out to about ninety bucks or so. What can I say? That’s nearly 2/3rds of my registration, right there.