It's that there are way too many words to express my anger and helplessness and rage and not enough coherence for me to express it.

Apparently I am not allowed to be in my own house alone with Bob ever.  This probably wouldn't be a problem if my mom wasn't suddenly up and attempting to sell it, thereby making me want to spend as much time in it as ( Read more... )

Dunno. But it seems more interesting than any of the other topics assigned for my English final - we have to do a chunky paper. I decided to do women's issues in Islam, because by definition I am a feminist. So... it's due tomorrow and I'm sitting in the library, just staring at a big ol' stack of books on Islam, squinting at it like it's grown ( Read more... )