billenium

I fear nothing. Except batshit crazy republicans, the fact that they are recognizably the majority of this country now, the fact that my apartment will most likely be firebombed soon by fucking retarded Bush-supporting nazi's (because I live with, oh no, GAYYYYY PEOPLE!!!), the fact that I even need to be on a SIDE to support a womans right to her own body, or that of a group of people's descision about how they like to fuck, the fact that the rich will invariably get richer, inversely making the poor get poorer, as crime will rise and the aire of revolution becomes rife in American life, and the simple, plain, immistakable fact that:

If you have a brain, you are NOT proud to be an American.

(for the simple reason that, whereas you might not have pulled the trigger yourself, your mere exsistence spells death for a larger/unfortunate subset of this planet's population. Fuck Bush, fuck the terrorist assholes, fuck Kerry, fuck the media, fuck the rising anti-semitism/anti-homosexuality/anti-choice/anti-life movement, and fuck all those people who would struggle helplessly to resist the idea that they might actually not be right about something)

whew. ahem. excuse me.

Always write journals, bro. Getting it down on web-paper keeps it from taking up space in your dome, which in turn leaves you more room to comtemplate... stuff...

piece.

you WENT to a party swarming with half naked girls, and you're saying your life is DULL?
How i envy you :p

heh heh