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Today I made myself three peanut better and jelly sandwiches at work.
I also thought about quitting, I got so mad. I'm just really tired of being ineffectual. I really would like someone to acknowledge me, but what am I going to do, tell my boss that my job makes me want to drown?
I also sent my dad's girlfriend a two page response to some racist chain-letter she sent me. Woman forwards me everything, and I had enough with it. Bunch of shit about white pride, etc. It's actually the second time she's forwarded to me, and I just had enough, and so I sent her this diatribe telling her what was wrong with that e-mail. She responded back saying that the e-mail she forwarded didn't really express her feelings. SO WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU FORWARDING WHITE-EMPOWERMENT CHAIN-MAILS IF IT'S NOT WHAT YOU BELIEVE? Because it says "forward this, plz?" Fuck that shit. I'm glad I wrote her more reading than she probably gets to in a day, and I hope that I made her think for even just a single second about the shit that she chooses to perpetuate. I don't care if you're old or what, you can't go around encouraging people to stand up for their rights as a white person.
STAND UP FOR YOUR RIGHTS AS A HUMAN BEING AND STAND UP FOR THE RIGHTS OF YOUR FELLOW MAN.
How about that?
I digress,
I almost went to a movie by myself today on my way home, but my stomach's been unhappy lately. Seems like every day it has felt half-way upside down.
Tomorrow I get my haircut. Next week I go to L.A. I think a vacation is overdue.
I spend so much time just thinking. I don't know who I am, or what I want to be. Where do I go, when I'm not actually around? Where do I live in your subconscious? Am I even there at all? All I do all day is think about what everyone else is doing, and thinking, but maybe I'm just a ghost.
I want a hug from my dad. I like the way his work shirts still smell like cigarettes.
Today I made myself three peanut better and jelly sandwiches at work.
I also thought about quitting, I got so mad. I'm just really tired of being ineffectual. I really would like someone to acknowledge me, but what am I going to do, tell my boss that my job makes me want to drown?
I also sent my dad's girlfriend a two page response to some racist chain-letter she sent me. Woman forwards me everything, and I had enough with it. Bunch of shit about white pride, etc. It's actually the second time she's forwarded to me, and I just had enough, and so I sent her this diatribe telling her what was wrong with that e-mail. She responded back saying that the e-mail she forwarded didn't really express her feelings. SO WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU FORWARDING WHITE-EMPOWERMENT CHAIN-MAILS IF IT'S NOT WHAT YOU BELIEVE? Because it says "forward this, plz?" Fuck that shit. I'm glad I wrote her more reading than she probably gets to in a day, and I hope that I made her think for even just a single second about the shit that she chooses to perpetuate. I don't care if you're old or what, you can't go around encouraging people to stand up for their rights as a white person.
STAND UP FOR YOUR RIGHTS AS A HUMAN BEING AND STAND UP FOR THE RIGHTS OF YOUR FELLOW MAN.
How about that?
I digress,
I almost went to a movie by myself today on my way home, but my stomach's been unhappy lately. Seems like every day it has felt half-way upside down.
Tomorrow I get my haircut. Next week I go to L.A. I think a vacation is overdue.
I spend so much time just thinking. I don't know who I am, or what I want to be. Where do I go, when I'm not actually around? Where do I live in your subconscious? Am I even there at all? All I do all day is think about what everyone else is doing, and thinking, but maybe I'm just a ghost.
I want a hug from my dad. I like the way his work shirts still smell like cigarettes.