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"With Obama saying the hour is upon us to elect a black man and Hillary saying the hour is upon us to elect a woman, the Democratic primary has become the ultimate nightmare of liberal identity politics."
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/05/opinion/05dowd.html Full article, if anyone wants. I'm kind of glad I'm not involved in this election at home right now, otherwise I'd get more criticism than I do here. It's bullshit that the Hillarizers are claiming that women who vote for Obama are betraying their gender. Bullshit. Anyway.
Bo is back with her be-dreadlocked and be-mulleted Spanish fling of last semester. Awesome awesome cool. I just wish she'd said "yes" when I asked her if she was back together with her. That's allllll I wanted to fucking know. It's probably better for both of us this way, for she is a basket case and I hate hating myself.
We had a PRESHCO party last night, and it was Mexican themed. This meant tacos and tequila. Bo brought Sole, so I felt justified in having that third margarita. Fortunately, I conked out in my own bed this time, without another person there, and with my book on my face and my light still on. A step forward, I do believe.
I'm going to Holland tomorrow. It should be a fabulous trip in which I basically starve so I don't spend excessive amounts of money. That should be difficult. Munchies + lack of dinero = ????sjhdflksadhnklasdfsdfsexplosion. Quien sabe. I'm going to gorge myself on Vermeer paintings and sex toys. Mmmmmmmmm.
The food in this dorm sucks. Fucking sucks. I haven't eaten a legit. vegetable in God-knows-how-long. Mozzarella and tomato salads it will be when I return. I'm fuckin' making my own goddamn food.
Can you tell that this is my angry entry?
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/05/opinion/05dowd.html Full article, if anyone wants. I'm kind of glad I'm not involved in this election at home right now, otherwise I'd get more criticism than I do here. It's bullshit that the Hillarizers are claiming that women who vote for Obama are betraying their gender. Bullshit. Anyway.
Bo is back with her be-dreadlocked and be-mulleted Spanish fling of last semester. Awesome awesome cool. I just wish she'd said "yes" when I asked her if she was back together with her. That's allllll I wanted to fucking know. It's probably better for both of us this way, for she is a basket case and I hate hating myself.
We had a PRESHCO party last night, and it was Mexican themed. This meant tacos and tequila. Bo brought Sole, so I felt justified in having that third margarita. Fortunately, I conked out in my own bed this time, without another person there, and with my book on my face and my light still on. A step forward, I do believe.
I'm going to Holland tomorrow. It should be a fabulous trip in which I basically starve so I don't spend excessive amounts of money. That should be difficult. Munchies + lack of dinero = ????sjhdflksadhnklasdfsdfsexplosion. Quien sabe. I'm going to gorge myself on Vermeer paintings and sex toys. Mmmmmmmmm.
The food in this dorm sucks. Fucking sucks. I haven't eaten a legit. vegetable in God-knows-how-long. Mozzarella and tomato salads it will be when I return. I'm fuckin' making my own goddamn food.
Can you tell that this is my angry entry?