Among other reasons I am desperate for this election to be over is that it is hampering my ability to think about other matters of interest. It's not healthy for someone to visit the meta-polling sites...checking the numbers from North Dakota, of all places, but if so, it's a silliness that parallels by quest to figure out who, besides Barry Bonds, has ruled the OPS category over the past decade
Some people have a liking for Siberia (its ruggedness, its panoramic grass) but, when I saw it, something like hysteria embittered me - and this was in First Class - realising, as each morning came to pass, I'd woken to a vehicle's sudden lurches and yet another window full of birches.
I don't even remember any more what inspired me to write this entry today. I think I said "eat it" in some sort of appropriate context. There was only one time that my parents fought in front of me. I...started raping me. This is also when I started spending longer periods of time alone with him and he would require me to earn my eating privileges. OK this is is getting too hard. Over and out.
I am so happy that the debates are over. If I have to hear either Barack Obama or John McCain hammer their talking points six inches beneath the ground again, I might not be be able to resist the urge...looked angry and Obama made a show of turning his frustration into bemusement. At this point, going on body language actually seems less superficial than responding to the tetra-packed issues
Hmm today was not really interesting It was just the same old same old Although I had a nice convo with my bud Josh and we talk about being evil bitches on FABLE LOL its hilarious when little kids run...semi-autobiographical story It's about me but with exaggerations and embellishments and some situations are just plain false. And I may post it here, i don't know yet LOL so yeah that's about it PEESE
Hello! Yet another Cheltenham Festivals report! I'm a resident of the fair town so it was unbelievably brilliant to have John and Russell come down here and talk. Needless to say, they were outstanding...fests, milk tray, an impromptu song-and-dance, Emily Strange, and how my friend's red notebook caused me embarassment and Russell to reveal the name of the enemy in Torchwood series three. Hurrah
When I can't stand it any more, I turn to the DVD of the West Wing series ... good escapism with lovely, charming characters, a few total dorks, a lot of all-too-timely political nonsense, and a president...opening with My Son the FilmMaker. Middle of next week will be the 7th anniversary of Mom's death. The leaves are falling as if there wouldn't be enough wind tomorrow, if they waited. Blessed Be
It’s true that I prefer not to identify myself, and I’m amused by the diversity of the ways I’ve been judged and classified. Something tells me that by now a more or less approximate place should have...you think that you would have the courage to write it? What is true for writing and for a love relationship is true also for life. The game is worthwhile insofar as we don't know what will be the end
