speaking the truth

Instead of vacuuming the cat, I've decided to read through my entire LJ and see what I wrote a while ago that strikes my fancy, or doesn't make sense any more, or something.

( Nostalgia, or something. )

Everything newer than that is new enough that I don't want to comment on it again...

I suppose I ought to have done this post about a month ago, actually, or in two weeks when I'll have had this journal for a year. But now's when I did it, so too bad.

Apologies

I was especially amused by the pair of obvious SCAdians 'round about page three.

It's unnerving how much better perusing this site is making me feel.

The SUV Right

and

Polling Place Hijinks

and

Bush's connection to reality, or lack of same

Gah

I'm sick as a dog. My throat is full of crap and everything aches.

I've written 200 words so far today, and they all suck.

I tore the sleeve on my favourite flannel at work today, so I didn't even have another to change into.

I kept _dropping_ things. And getting pissed off, and then dropping something else.

And frelling Bush got elected again.

I said to meradudd earlier that I felt like half of the country had just voted me off the island, and he pointed out that actually, at least in eleven particular states, it was between 2/3 and 3/4.

I cannot freaking believe that all eleven states voting on measures to ban gay marriage passed them. Apparently overwhelmingly.

Well, fuck y'all, too.

Yeah...those of you who are reading this aren't the people I'm saying that to. Many of you are probably feeling much the same way. And with reason; lots and lots of my dear friends are gay, or bi, or polyamorous, or oddly gendered one way or another, or just prefer sexual practices which aren't mainstream, or indeed several of the above.

And that's only one of my issues with the election, but I'm not going to go on about that; I think elfs said it much better than I could manage, here...

Anyone want to move to Canada with me? We can buy a big ol' chunk of land, build a wall around it, and grow food, and not have to deal with the rest of the stinkin' world.

I'm going back to bed.