irina

Sometimes my life feels so perfect that I want to shoot myself in the face. Because when things can't possibly get any better, it means it's only a matter of time before they start getting worse. Too bad I don't have a gun.

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Of course, when I stop thinking about myself and start thinking about the world, things really could theoretically get better. Like on a political scale. If somebody out there happens to have a Cerebro-type machine geared towards wiping out entire political parties, please use it. Soon. I don't even care if you decide to obliterate the Dems - just put us out of our misery somehow, please.

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Whatever. Blech. I try to save the political stuff for face-to-face conversations, because it's so much easier to express anger, frustration, disappointment and sheer disgust when I'm speaking, rather than typing.

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Anyways, let's get back to what's really important here: me. I'm awesome. I have my lousy moments... often... in a big way. But these days I tend to be awesome. I'm AWESOME, I tell you! And as Newton said, an object in motion stays in motion. You've been warned.

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EDITED TO ADD:

To those of you who came out on Saturday: mad