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9.26.2008

Mortir.

Ugh. He's killing me. I miss him, but he's so weird...

He said that if he sees me again, he'd crumble back into my arms. But, would that really be as terrible as he seems to think? God, what I wouldn't give just to hold him again.

I miss you, roo. :'-(
9.21.2008

Him.

He called me.

Sigh.

Is it some strange coincidence that today I was realizing for the first time how lonely I've become, and it is also the day that he wants to reach out? He was my best friend - we did everything together. When I came home today, I resolved myself to watching TV alone because there was no one else to watch with me. The thought of how much I missed him crossed my mind, as it had dozens of times before, about three hours before he ... well. Whatever.

This is not going to be easy. :-/
9.13.2008

Fortuna.

As I'm writing this, I'm listening to O Fortuna - I apologize in advance for my negative and potentially demonic disposition.

This election disgusts me, and I feel that our Founding Fathers are rolling in their graves. They fought against english oppression only to have the fruits of their labor rot into this? Seriously?

I bet George Washington would punch George Bush in the teeth, and Ben Franklin would roundhouse kick most of congress.

I'm annoyed, but I'm even more annoyed that there aren't movements in place to fix these things. There is a law on the books in Massachusetts that ought not be. No, not that one. That one either. I'm talking about this seat belt law.

If I'm driving in my car, an officer can pull me over and issue me a citation for not wearing my seatbelt. WHAT? If I am in the privacy of my own car, which has already been taxed and taxed yet again every year, my behaviors are still regulated? I'm not saying that wearing your seatbelt is a bad idea, because it's not. But, what the hell happened, that the government needed to step in and demand that we wear our seatbelts? Is this the new hit-suicide method?

I feel like our rights and freedoms are gradually skimmed under the guise of freedom, but really to generate more money for the government.

Because, the only thing hurt by me getting stopped while not wearing my seat belt is my wallet. The cost of the fine, and more money to dole out to the insurance companies every year.

Bastards.

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