January 2012
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Dear Birth-mother:
I found you on Facebook tonight. Although I have seen pictures of you before, it was nice to see what you look like now.
I wish that there was something I could say to you, but I wouldn’t know where to start or end.
So I suppose I will just say nothing, but quietly admire your bravery and courage those 21 years ago when you lovingly gave me to the best parents in the world.
Thank you...
Facebook
I can’t decide if I want to delete my Facebook and make a new one, or just go through the whole thing and delete people/pictures that I find to be inappropriate.
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“The selection of a Republican candidate for the presidency of this globalized...”
– Fidel Castro Calls Republican Field a ‘Competition of Idiocy’ - NYTimes (via brooklynmutt)
I find it amusing that Fidel Castro would say something about idiocy.
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Needless to say, people always prove me wrong.
I expected the protesters to have a tiny bit of respect for the people who actually had interest in listening to the debate tonight at the debate watch party held at my school. However, to my UTTER AMAZEMENT, they had none what so ever. While most of the people in the tent remained quiet and watched the debate, the protesters were outside drumming and screaming. Fortunately for the rest of us, we...
I hope the protesters aren't too overwhelmingly...
I’d actually like to hear the debate.
Anonymous asked: Dang your fine. If that guy doesn't work out for ya.... ;)
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Politics, and familiar people.
I keep getting invitations from people that I know on Facebook to go join them in the streets to protest for Occupy Tampa among other things. I just got one last night about going to protest the Republican debate that is going to be held at my school on Monday.
Although I may look like your average college student who fights against the government, I am not. I am actually...
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A continuum of despair and worry;
All of a sudden I realize that the things I believed were true, were in fact not true.
All of a sudden I once again have an angry pit in my stomach. No, not angry, morose. Maybe even distraught.
I wish there was a way I could know things for certain. Just certain things. Perhaps I could even become a mind reader.
Then perhaps I would be at peace.
Then again, ignorance is bliss, right?