I can't say I'm entirely following the Presidential campaign, but I'm not so ignorant as to realize what a game it is.
"The other guy's mom swore and wore over-sized pink rollers in her hair when he grew up! He's clearly not suited to lead this country!"
Tell me that's not equally as ignorant as any actual comment stated during this whole cable-TV-interrupting soap opera.
They spend far too much time trying to paint perfect pictures of themselves when at the end of the day... they're politicians.
POLITICIANS.
I know prostitutes who fake it less than politicians. (Okay, they're not exactly prostitutes, but pretty damn close.)
(Heidi Fleiss for President!)
We should be handing out Emmy awards to these people because somehow they always seem to make too many of us believe that they (and God, of course) have everything under control.
It is entirely a matter of being in the right place at the right time that got them where they are. I find it strikingly hard to believe that they are the two most qualified candidates for that job in all of America.
"Vote for me because I've never hit a baseball through my neighbor's window, smoked a cigarette, nor masturbated."
(Mother Theresa for President!)
With a sarcastic sigh of relief, I think it's safe to finally go to sleep.
He is the definition of dynamic. He can do anything.
I credit him for my work ethic (and my temper). I simply hope someday to evolve into the influential leader he is. He made a name for himself through hard work and smart thinking.
I respect and applaud him for the fact that while he never rests when it comes to every oncoming endeavor, he is ultimately accomplished.
My neighbors are still doing fireworks (bless their patriotic loud-ass hearts).
Vacation one week from today, but in a good way, not in an I'm-going-to-throw-myself-off-my-balcony sort of way. Family trip to the Oregon coast. First time in years, so I'm stoked and ready to eat some Clam Chowder, take a million pictures, and get just as many videos.
New season of Janice starting very soon, I'm told. (Fingers crossed and booze chilled).
Me. Rachel. Combo Platter "A". Very soon. Miss her. :)
If you haven't listened to Alphabeat, you haven't lived. Google them... download their stuff, legally hopefully. (Don't ask, don't tell.)
Someone needs to fix my streetlight. It goes on and off like it's bi-polar and it's giving me epileptic seizures.
Speaking of lights, my porch light has been burned out for two years. Think gas is expensive? Look at the price of light bulbs!
I’m so pissed that I’m about to run for President.
I've had it up to here with these high and mighty assholes who have the audacity to declare that marriage is based on million-year-old tradition.
Well, guess what? We're not all a million years old, Barack. You had me at Democrat, but you lost me at Ignorant.
I'll be damned if I'll sit though another ignorant presidency reminiscent of the current one just so another ridiculous "Christian" can tell me that who I am isn't good enough in the eyes of God and that I shouldn't be able to marry the one I love.
In all honesty, what difference does it really make if we're man/woman, man/man, woman/woman in a relationship? What difference does it make? Two people are two people. Boil it down to income and taxes, dear government, and we are still just two people. So again, WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?
Saying that you can't get married in the same country as homosexuals makes as much sense as saying that Santa won't bring you any presents because you beat up the fag next door. Your argument is baseless and you have as much ground to stand on as your Bible covers open-faced.
I'm more than happy to own up to my "mistake" when it comes time to meet my maker without some pompous religion fanatic kicking my headstone over before I'm even buried.
If I were any sort of Bible-abiding Christian, I'd be sorely ashamed of how I were acting and pray greatly for my soul.
Sometimes better than being the sister-in-law because you don't have to attend all of the lesser-exciting family events.
But the good thing is that the sister-in-heart makes me rosy and happy even without the wine, and you go no further from my life regardless of circumstance. (It's a bit of a contract.)
i have never been so happy so alone i have the power to grow i want my time and i want the world i had never considered such possibility
tonight i shine i own i rise tonight i am
i have a penchant for holding it in i abandoned so many plans i had promised that i'd move on i had never considered these roadblocks
tonight i shine i own i rise tonight i am
tonight i smile i jump i land tonight i am
so much looking back so much holding back the wishing the regret now i see horizons and i don't panic and tonight i see it in full effect
i have spent days in my numbest of states i pretend that it's no distraction i am here with my friend, no worries i had never considered so much lifetime wasted
tonight i shine i own i rise tonight i am
tonight i cry i might crash i might burn but tonight i simply am
"You'd never leave your family," I was told. Truth in its truest form, perhaps. But I have an itch.
Home.
It's where you plant your feet and your boxes of shit, regardless of how numerous and cumbersome they are.
It eventually means carving a path upon which to walk, cutting new marks in the grass with no regard for signs posted.
It sometimes means countless nights of sleeplessness wondering if you're going to make it in solo flight.
It always means having somewhere to return to when things are southward-bound and also not.
"some people come into our lives and quickly go some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never, ever the same."
So much profoundness in those that breeze by to impact me, but so much more relief in the ability to get coffee with those who've remained steadily by me. This is how I define home -- geography completely disregarded.
Family. :) I've never defined it as a biological tie. You know who you are, blood ties and otherwise.
"i miss your smell and your style and your pure abiding way miss your approach to life and your body in my bed miss your take on anything and the music you would play miss cracking up and wrestling, our debriefs at end of day
these are the things that i miss these are not times for the weak of heart these are the days of raw despondence i never dreamed i would have to lay down my torch for you like this
i miss your neck and your gait and your sharing what you write miss you walking through the front door, documentaries in your hand miss traveling our traveling and your fun and charming friends miss our big sur getaways and to watch you love my dawgs
these are the things that i miss these are not times for the weak of heart these are the days of raw despondence i never dreamed i would have to lay down my torch for you like this
one step, one prayer, i soldier on simulating moving on
i miss your warmth and the thought of us bringing up our kids and the part of you that walks with your stick-tied handkerchief
these are the things that i miss these are not times for the weak of heart these are the days of raw despondence i never dreamed i would have to lay down my torch for you like this"
Love me some Alanis. Watch yourself in back alleys, Ryan.
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