I'm very glad to be home. Aunt Grace came over for dinner last night, and we all watched "House", just like old times. I put a pile of on matched sock on the floor and let Flora root around in them, and Lancaster and I got reacquainted. We had a fire, and I just chilled on the couch, basking in being home.
Today I'm on my own until Lillian comes home to amuse me. I'm going to try to find some cold weather running gear and go for a short run. Nothing crazy, just to get out of the house and have some exercise. After that...I'm thinking house cat all the way.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Weird taste...
The polls are closed and results are in! Bob Dylan appears to be the favorite artist here. Excuse me for livin', but in my opinion, somebody who sounds like he swallowed a pack of drawing pins will not win over Joni Mitchell. Sure, I like "If Not For You," "Lily Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts," and "Shelter From the Storm." I just think that when you write a really good song, you owe it to yourself to perform it so that people can at least comprehend the lyrics. And come on, who out there in God's green earth can't think of one thing that they like about Joni Mitchell? I'm all ears. I abuse your artist, you get to abuse mine; turnabout is fair play. And now, to continue watching the Republican convention. 'Scuse.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
End scene, fade out
As summer draws to a close, I'm not going to waste my time with any moronic reflections over what I've learned. However, this summer was good in that I've finally, finally made friends with KGT (and all it took me was 14-odd years of resentment and self-actualization) and attended a camp where the campers did not engage in tiresome backstabbing, have cliquey tendencies, or suppress their opinions due to fear (and all it took me was at least three years at a camp where all those things were practiced, and more. This summer was decent. I've gotta say, though, my ballet technique took a serious downward slip. That will not be good as I pick up with classes 4 days a week, with rehearsals on Saturdays. Oh well. I'll soon discipline my body again. Enjoy your relaxation while you can, inner thighs...
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Demi plie- small bending
You know, the Republican party is always blathering on about the corrupted liberal media warping the truth. This point is often made on Fox news. Quel ironico if you ask me, but that's not the point here. The real question is, where is this liberal media, and where can I find it? Right-wing reporters have taken over mass communication, like the bloodsucking extraterrestrials have taken over the real estate agencies of America. Their censorship has caused certain whack values and standards to become so commonplace, I've accepted them as normal. And that is just terrifying. Pretty soon I'll be blathering on in conservative lingo, with no concern over my civil liberties whatsoever. But what the hey, who needs those? The First Amendment is, like, so totally passé anyway. If you don't believe me, just ask the Dixie Chicks.
But as long as I have my integrity (whatever that's worth), let's discuss the disturbing swerve of the once-swinging Democratic party.
The Dems are following Johnny Cash's advice and walkin' the center line, in an attempt to win over new voters. However, they missed the line "Because you're mine." They are laboring under the impression that Americans are more interested in a Republican party and a Blah Party. We have no variety as voters and citizens commiting voter fraud (in my case... lol...unfortunately, my parents are too fond of toeing the line to let me walk the edge). There's barely an alternate opinion at all, which is no wonder why the Pumas are talking McCain. Of course, in doing so, they're as good as aborting their own unborn, as yet unthought of fetuses and starving themselves on their inequal paychecks. You are now entering Hell. But remember... your vote counts. Would you prefer fire and brimstone or a Sartre spin on torture?
Call me pessimistic, but really, it's a sorry world when radical liberals are hated and feared, but radical rights are embraced. Have you ever heard of a Young Democrats club in a high school?
What we need is a Democratic party. Not the Republican and the center line parties! Luckily, Biden is a more liberal VP. As a pro-choice Catholic, he's my new favorite.
But as long as I have my integrity (whatever that's worth), let's discuss the disturbing swerve of the once-swinging Democratic party.
The Dems are following Johnny Cash's advice and walkin' the center line, in an attempt to win over new voters. However, they missed the line "Because you're mine." They are laboring under the impression that Americans are more interested in a Republican party and a Blah Party. We have no variety as voters and citizens commiting voter fraud (in my case... lol...unfortunately, my parents are too fond of toeing the line to let me walk the edge). There's barely an alternate opinion at all, which is no wonder why the Pumas are talking McCain. Of course, in doing so, they're as good as aborting their own unborn, as yet unthought of fetuses and starving themselves on their inequal paychecks. You are now entering Hell. But remember... your vote counts. Would you prefer fire and brimstone or a Sartre spin on torture?
Call me pessimistic, but really, it's a sorry world when radical liberals are hated and feared, but radical rights are embraced. Have you ever heard of a Young Democrats club in a high school?
What we need is a Democratic party. Not the Republican and the center line parties! Luckily, Biden is a more liberal VP. As a pro-choice Catholic, he's my new favorite.
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