So where's this snow?
The nice man standing in front of the blue wall tells us we're to expect up to 3 feet by Wed. I'll believe it when I see it. Right now, it's raining, windy and the drive home from the parents' was VERY foggy. I wouldn't mind getting a blizzard, as it would be nice to get a "snow day" from work. I'm not quite sure if that's plausible right now, as today the owners sent out a mass e-mail stating that we should bring sleeping bags for the next few days, just in case. I'm taking that as a hint. Damn workaholics.
With all this worry about the weather, the lock-down at work because of the tornado warning (small tornado was spotted about a mile from where I work...and I've got a phobia about wind) and "Me-Have-Small-Dick-so-Me-Feel-Better-About-it-by-Blowing-Up-Small-Country" Bush's plans, I ended up throwing myself into a panic attack by the end of the day. Something's going to happen, something big and I don't like it. And if it's anything like my nightmares have been for the last few months, I really don't like it. I got in a discussion with a friend from work about current events. She's like me in the way of hating Bush, yet she's dealing with this by being ashamed to be an "American" right now. I told her she shouldn't be ashamed, as she and I are more American than "The Shrub" could ever be, and we should be proud of that. Do I not want to be living here at the moment? Yes. Do I disagree completely with just about everything Bush has done since being in office? Definitely. But I'm not going to be ashamed of the fact that I was born in the US just because of some Napoleon-reincarnate. Being against the war doesn't make me Anti-American, but quite the opposite. It makes me more American than our so-called president-but-really-the-antichrist could ever dream of being. We're supposed to be a peaceful country, for crying out loud.
I tried to put those words down as best as I could. There's more in my head, but I'll spare you. I'm sure I'm going to get reamed enough for what's written.
With all this worry about the weather, the lock-down at work because of the tornado warning (small tornado was spotted about a mile from where I work...and I've got a phobia about wind) and "Me-Have-Small-Dick-so-Me-Feel-Better-About-it-by-Blowing-Up-Small-Country" Bush's plans, I ended up throwing myself into a panic attack by the end of the day. Something's going to happen, something big and I don't like it. And if it's anything like my nightmares have been for the last few months, I really don't like it. I got in a discussion with a friend from work about current events. She's like me in the way of hating Bush, yet she's dealing with this by being ashamed to be an "American" right now. I told her she shouldn't be ashamed, as she and I are more American than "The Shrub" could ever be, and we should be proud of that. Do I not want to be living here at the moment? Yes. Do I disagree completely with just about everything Bush has done since being in office? Definitely. But I'm not going to be ashamed of the fact that I was born in the US just because of some Napoleon-reincarnate. Being against the war doesn't make me Anti-American, but quite the opposite. It makes me more American than our so-called president-but-really-the-antichrist could ever dream of being. We're supposed to be a peaceful country, for crying out loud.
I tried to put those words down as best as I could. There's more in my head, but I'll spare you. I'm sure I'm going to get reamed enough for what's written.