righteous anger. less-than-perfect events. late nights. skipped classes. terminations. evictions. random ass arguments that probably have deeper meaning... work. work. work. always work.
tampa pride was... interesting? i mean, it was fun. i had a great time with everyone. the actual pride event wasn't really worth the trip down there, but damn if we didn't have a good time anyway
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so, i really, really, really want to hate the song "crazy bitch" by buckcherry. i do. i really do. (1) it's a bad song. like, musically speaking. (2) it's HORRIBLE, and demeaning, and disgusting.
WHY CAN'T I STOP LISTENING TO IT AND SINGING IT?!?!?!?! WHYYYYY?!?!?!
"you're crazy but i like the way you fuck me"????? REALLY?????
i don't really know exactly what's going on with me of late, but i am stuck in this cycle of feeling really great about life one moment, and feeling really down the next... without, really, any external stimuli to cause it all. it's very strange
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"What can we do? We can hone our memory, we can learn from our history. We can continue to build public opinion until it becomes a deafening roar. We can turn the war on Iraq into a fishbowl of the U.S. government's excesses. We can expose George Bush and Tony Blair - and their allies - for the cowardly baby killers, water poisoners, and
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i got so much out of the past few days. here's a small glimpse... representative neva walker, from the minnesota house (one of the few women and the only african american in that body), read this poem to us on martin luther king, jr. day
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