Friday,
Not to start a hubub, but the end of the Daily Show I just watched had a wonderful debate on gay mairrage and the conveniently timed proposal for a constitutional ban, all of which I found very intriguing.
John was saying that following the fight to end slavery and to give women the vote this is the next grand step in providing Americans with freedom and equality.
I call out to you guys for some hard examples other than “Jesus said so” and “Well it’s just disgusting” why it is a detriment to america to allow gay couples to build sancitified and socially positive family units.
Now point your fingers up to the skyAnd talk through your nose way up highSpin and dip and jump and cavortAnd finish it off with a laugh and snortHeh Heh Heh (Snort)Heh Heh Heh (Snort)Heh Heh Heh Heh Heh Heh Heh Ohhhhh
i like animal ohkay. why is it wrong. they give us the stuffed ones and tell to love it. why not love the real one. real love better! rabbits so hot!
My mom told me yesterday that she had an eating disorder in college. I now understand how she saw through my excuses and attempts to cover my own.
It’s weird, I haven’t seen him in over 6 years, but for the past couple days, he’s preoccupied my thoughts. I can’t even tell what triggered this sudden recall.
I should have seen this coming. I was too happy for too long. I should have known that it would all come crashing down around me.
I feel like we keep dancing around the issue, talking about every subject under the sun (beyond that, even). Except the thing that matters the most – us.
I just miss you lots and lots. Trillions of billions of tons (or should it mexican cupid mobile site be billions of trillions of tons? I’m not sure, I’m not a math person). I would have left it at “lots and lots” but I felt the need to quantify something for you. Imperical evidence always holds more sway.
I am so sick and tired of posts like “I love Him” “I don’t love Him” “I wish He and I were an Item 4Eva”
“Oh if I could forget his sun-blown hair” let me post some emo lyrics by some trashy third-rate band, only more-or-less in my own words, about the gaping void of my FREAKING MIDDLE CLASS HEART.
Thursday,
I know now that the deepest wish anyone will ever have, even if they don’t know it, is just to be understood.It is profoundly human.
I had always thought one of the worst parts about being a guy is that you had to automatically fill the role of provider later in life. Whereas women can usually find a husband that will be willing to support them just in case their career aspirations backfire (as a sort of contingency plan), a man has no room for failure and has to center his formative years around making enough bucks to support himself and a future family.
Now that I think about it though, it’s a sort of blessing. If my gender were switched I would be so tempted to choose an easier course of education (knowing that I probably wouldn’t have to step up to the plate and actually use the stuff I learn in college). This way I’ll sort of be forced to make a contribution to society (not that childrearing isn’t a contribution) and stick in there no matter how difficult college gets. Thanks future wife! I’m doing this for you.