They All Look Like Me
Ahh, how bizarre, I have not been on LJ for some time.
It's the ugly number 2007. Computer text disguises the unsatisfactory quality of such a number.
Who? What? Where?
The New Year's broke without notice. I sipped the remainder of some man's champange without a thought as to the reason. Turns out, that was my celebration. Moments passed by and I was whisked from frat to house to bar and back again for the remainder of the night.
It would be selfish to keep the goodwill I feel to myself. 2007 may be an ugly number, but the promise of the new year is great. One need look no further than the weather patterns affecting much of the world. Here in Toronto, we have had but three days of snow; few flakes remained past dusk. One hand: scared. Other: wants Flordia. COME TO ME.
You don't want to here about my work etc. I don't want to write about it. Suffice to say, work is work, life is life... save for Jordan, an extraordinary woman I have been dating. (Shhh!) It's too early to say that. A month is nothing.
I watched the death of Saddam Hussein today. The news attacked officials for the chaos. How so, my friends? Here was a man whose flesh died before the eyes of others, from the end of rope, having been hung a million times in the mind of his victims. Chaos? Is not life chaos, and the death he caused the same? Righteous anger does not always appear when it is needed; he is human. We are right to rebel against him, right to hang him 'til death - poor man, I think. There is no over arching reason to be found (death is death), but we must ourselves decide and this decision (however wrong) is right. Atrocities stretch from his fingers like cobwebs; the event remains tragic. One's hate of death penalties does not mitigate against the sympathy one feels for the dying. Nontheless, I support his execution - a tyrant, a torturer - he is far worse than a murderer. We stand at the beginning of a New Year with great opportunity. How so? For what cause? I do not know.
No more news, please.
Perhaps, I thought (though I knew it'd never be), the New Years would be a moment of reconcilliation. Such is not the case. As we roll into the New Year, let us remember, we must pull what punches we can and make those that count, really count. Good luck to you in all your struggles - luck, skill, and all that jazz. (I love you all, though I sometimes hate to say it)
WTF
DAMN YOU "TIME VALUE" its NOT 2008
It's the ugly number 2007. Computer text disguises the unsatisfactory quality of such a number.
Who? What? Where?
The New Year's broke without notice. I sipped the remainder of some man's champange without a thought as to the reason. Turns out, that was my celebration. Moments passed by and I was whisked from frat to house to bar and back again for the remainder of the night.
It would be selfish to keep the goodwill I feel to myself. 2007 may be an ugly number, but the promise of the new year is great. One need look no further than the weather patterns affecting much of the world. Here in Toronto, we have had but three days of snow; few flakes remained past dusk. One hand: scared. Other: wants Flordia. COME TO ME.
You don't want to here about my work etc. I don't want to write about it. Suffice to say, work is work, life is life... save for Jordan, an extraordinary woman I have been dating. (Shhh!) It's too early to say that. A month is nothing.
I watched the death of Saddam Hussein today. The news attacked officials for the chaos. How so, my friends? Here was a man whose flesh died before the eyes of others, from the end of rope, having been hung a million times in the mind of his victims. Chaos? Is not life chaos, and the death he caused the same? Righteous anger does not always appear when it is needed; he is human. We are right to rebel against him, right to hang him 'til death - poor man, I think. There is no over arching reason to be found (death is death), but we must ourselves decide and this decision (however wrong) is right. Atrocities stretch from his fingers like cobwebs; the event remains tragic. One's hate of death penalties does not mitigate against the sympathy one feels for the dying. Nontheless, I support his execution - a tyrant, a torturer - he is far worse than a murderer. We stand at the beginning of a New Year with great opportunity. How so? For what cause? I do not know.
No more news, please.
Perhaps, I thought (though I knew it'd never be), the New Years would be a moment of reconcilliation. Such is not the case. As we roll into the New Year, let us remember, we must pull what punches we can and make those that count, really count. Good luck to you in all your struggles - luck, skill, and all that jazz. (I love you all, though I sometimes hate to say it)
WTF
DAMN YOU "TIME VALUE" its NOT 2008