Soooooo the Cracker Barrel Mark and I eat at got shot up last night. It's, you know, less than half a mile from our house.

I HATE DURHAM.

Also I watched Sybil last night and just found out Brad Davis died in 1991.

I'm pissed. He was so good.


Hey, also, my class is about to start, and I swear someone smells like a margarita.

Sarah Palin is just basically a horrible person.

LOOK AT IT.

LOOK AT IT.

Biggest jackasss I've ever heard on NPR on the Diane Rehms show right now: Stuart Taylor.

Better yet, he's written a book entitled "Until Proven Innocent: Political Correctness and the Shameful Injustices of the Duke Lacrosse Rape Case" -- and I don't even know what to do with that. The title of that book doesn't even fit in my mouth. He's got a huge hard-on for the Bush administration and his one piece of evidence that torture and illegal wiretapping and illegal everything the administration did is that there wasn't another 9/11. That's it.
To be fair in the slightest sense, there's another guy saying "LET'S TRY THE ENTIRE BUSH ADMINISTRATION FOR WAR CRIMES RIGHT NOW" as if the Obama administration was elected to do that, rather than fix the shitstorm which has developed over the last eight years.
And there's one dude who's like "can we talk about something else"


THANKS DIANE. Like I needed to wake up to this bullshit. I wanted to be in a good mood this morning. It's like listening to Hardball or some shit. On NPR.

WITH DIANE REHM.

wtf israel and gaza

this is fucking retarded already.

i'm about done with seeing dead babies on reddit because of this shit. i know the diplomacy route has fucking sucked for generations, but fuck -- like bombs are really going to make this situation any better.

i have israeli and palestinian friends and wtf, they are both totally rad. they are all totally intelligent and fucking responsible and NONE of them want wars and death and horrible shit like this. no one, anywhere, deserves to go through this bullshit.

2009. can we get some peace up in here?

braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.

oh, and people are really really really really strange things.

and my boyfriend is a machine.
Work: 7 PM Friday - 7 AM Saturday
Class: 9 AM Saturday - 4 PM Saturday
Work: 7 PM Saturday - 7 AM Sunday
Class: 9 AM Sunday - 4 PM Sunday
Work: 7 PM Sunday - 7 AM Monday

in summary, that means he's doing shit (important shit) for 50 out of 60 hours this weekend and into monday. this is not counting travel time. he got 2 1/2 hours of sleep this afternoon. he considered this a victory.

basically he's insane and i don't know how he's still alive.

selections from an e-mail to my parents:



"I look like a chipmunk tripping on Percocet.

I did eat pudding with a spoon, though..."


"I have to register for classes tomorrow at 9 AM. That’s retarded.

Mark’s co-workers were going to take him out to bars tonight but, instead, he is next to me in bed telling me I’m pretty, so I’m pretty sure he’s either been taking my Percocet too, or, he likes me."


conversation with mark:

"all i have to do is go out there and leave a flower."
"maybe we can get lunch. you can eat bread, and i can get whatever i want."
"... you're a dick."





MY FACE/MOUTH/JAW/FACIAL APPARATI HURTS

It is my general understanding that a debate is sort of like, I guess, a situation in which two sides kind of like... I guess, present their platforms and explain why their respective platforms are better. And, I think, most of these sort of platforms are made up of, I dunno, like, ideas.

This is totally not fair to John McCain; someone on his staff obviously left his ideas at home.

"I GOT THESE PLANS, I TOTALLY GOT 'EM, THEY'RE AWESOME, BUT THEY'RE AT HOME"

omfg Barack Obama just said "orgy" my life is complete.