La-la-la-LeAnne

Today is my good friend LeAnne's birthday. Now, before I recall some of our more memorable memories, I thought I do some fun, Internet stuff.

So, I did a Google image search on "LeAnne". The following photo was the No. 20 find.



It doesn't really have much to do with LeAnne, but all the other photos that came up were of scantily clad women, and I want none of that on my blog. OK, not all of the top 20 finds were scantily clad women, but I got scared after the No. 2 find was a very naughty looking pregnant woman (which, ironically, reminded me of one of the times LeAnne, Chrissy, and I went to MegaPlexxx and I kept on trying to find the pregnant porn. Ah, good times.).

The top web search turned up this "artist by nature" blog as the biggest match. The blog is kinda on the blah side, though, except for her paintings of cats, which, well, she has a lot. (This reminds me of how LeAnne has often told me that a kitten will solve all my problems. And also how she calls me "kitten" in e-mails, but I don't think she's ever done so in person.)

OK, enough of the shenanigans. Let's see. LeAnne and I first met back in 2002. I believe (but may be wrong) that e-mails were exchanged between her and I for an entertainment reporter position at the SWT paper (I was then the entertainment editor). We scheduled an interview, I was impressed by her clips (so often I had encountered incoming freshmen that had no experience, so it was refreshing to find someone who had actually worked on their high school paper). She quickly became one of my best reporters (and one who I could consistently count on for taking last minute or shit assignments and who always came up with great story ideas). But we were still strictly in the editor/reporter relationship until I invited her to come with the editors to the annual student journalism convention where, after a long drive and lots of cheap beer, LeAnne and I consummated our friendship (i.e., we slept in the same bed; remember, me gay). And that's that.

We've had lots of fun over the past few years. There are the random trips to Megaplexxx. The drunken parties (remember my infatuation with Bizarro, and how that one time I drank most of a bottle of whiskey and you hid my keys and I went to my car and said that it wouldn't work and then you made me go to sleep, and I did, and the next day we had Taco Cabana for breakfast). And there's always my Showgirls moments. And the Buffy loving. And the Gilmore Girls loving. And weird Austin public access shows. And drinking in the dorm. And the time we stuck a loveseat in the back of my car. And there's lots of other stuff I'm too lazy to type. And I'm sure there's more to come.

So yeah. That's it. Happy birthday, LeAnne. You're one year closer to becoming a zombie. And then you get to eat brains! Oh, wait, you can do that while not a zombie, too. Darn. Happy birthday, anyhow.