Friday, October 4, 2002
11:01 a.m.

the non-angsty angst

More vampire dreams last night. Wtf is wrong with my head!? I'm not even a goth!

Thursday, October 3, 2002
1:04 p.m.

may the better man win

This can best be described as a win-win situation.

If Bush wins, hey, he's macho and he's rid the world of someone nasty. If he loses. . . .

Well, shit, then Cheney would be president. I guess there is a downside, somewhere. We'll just have to get him lobotomized or committed or something before he can further the damage.

Wednesday, October 2, 2002
09:14 p.m.

aaagh

I need to write. I have to write. I gotta write. Now if only I didn't have a class schedule with homework designed not only to push the stress envelope, but to monopolize my every waking moment (except this one). If only taking one of my non-school notebooks along to write between classes didn't seem to add five extra pounds to my bookbag. If only I could write on the bus-!

If only I didn't have a huge, gruelling (sp?) Writing Skills Test this Saturday. I swear, nothing turns off natural talent & skillz like being tested on them. >___<

S'cuse me, gotta go do more homework.

Thursday, September 26, 2002
01:06 p.m.

it's too rich

So. Britney Spears says to stop stealing her music.

Isn't that kind of like putting a "no swimming" sign in front of a sewage plant?

09/23/02
1:57 p.m.

a modest proposal

Oh, the ranting and foaming bile and vitriol I could spew forth and the very mention of the initials of the Chief Executive Officer of the United States of America. Once upon a time we only had horror movies about warmongering, environment-destroying, let-'em-eat-cake presidents; today, thanks to him, we have news articles about one. I can't really think of anything he wouldn't stoop to, at this moment; I can't even say I'd put it past him to legalize the sale of live human organs. Hopefully just saying that much will hold me for a bit, keep me from popping like a balloon full of acid.

My proposal is this: Dubya may invade Iraq, for six months. Longer than it took to drive the Taliban from Afghanistan. There are only three conditions:

• If, at the end of his six-month invasion, there is no *proof* of Saddam Hussain's (sp?) demise--"proof" being photographic evidence and/or testimony of witnesses--he must apologize to the country, the United Nations, and the surviving people of Iraq before committing ritual suicide.
• He must eat plenty of pretzels every day. Big hard chunky ones.
• Dick Cheney must be *fully* restrained, Hannibal Lecter-style, for every public appearance for the rest of his term.

Saturday, September 21, 2002
11:33 a.m.

i don't believe it... o__O

I'm the hero and not without good reason.
I have the best coat ever and I'm loveable
as hell to boot. Love! And! Peace!

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