I actually started to cry.
Can someone please pinch me?
I think I'm dreaming.
I got home from San Francisco at 9:30. Watched Queer Eye. Checked my friends list and was astounded.
I am furious. I am in disbelief. I am on the verge of tears. I refuse to accept that I live in a state whose government was made a mockery of. Democracy was ignored. Arnold Schwartzenegger is higher on the political food chain than I am.
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. I want to scream, break things. I HATE THIS SHIT!
FUCK!
I'm wearing my "Not My President" tee shirt tomorrow. Not that it has anything to do with the recall, but people will understand. And if I receive so much as a scornful glance I swear I will fuck their shit up.
::seethes with the power of a thousand fiery HELL dimensions::
I think I'm dreaming.
I got home from San Francisco at 9:30. Watched Queer Eye. Checked my friends list and was astounded.
I am furious. I am in disbelief. I am on the verge of tears. I refuse to accept that I live in a state whose government was made a mockery of. Democracy was ignored. Arnold Schwartzenegger is higher on the political food chain than I am.
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. I want to scream, break things. I HATE THIS SHIT!
FUCK!
I'm wearing my "Not My President" tee shirt tomorrow. Not that it has anything to do with the recall, but people will understand. And if I receive so much as a scornful glance I swear I will fuck their shit up.
::seethes with the power of a thousand fiery HELL dimensions::