I can't wait to get out of this damn town. Racism and sexism surrounds me, like a glove. Part of everyday life.

There are people here that don't believe in dinosaurs. Just flat don't believe they ever even existed. And the world is only 10,000 years old and the sky is green and the grass is blue.

I mean, what kind of place is this? I preacher talks about race in his sermon, and people are offended. Not because he was racist in the sermon. But because he was anti-racism.
   
What. The. Fuck.

Get me the hell out of here.

I wish I could go live with Will, my liberal-ass web designer brother.

In Raleigh, living in sin with his rad girlfriend Suzanne, who quotes Don Quixote.

And their adorable rescue mutt Maddy.

And their huge salt-water aquarium.

And their Teflon-free stainless frying pans. (Because Teflon will destroy your insides, apparently.)

And their billions of books.


I love my parents, though. It's not them. It's the churches, the schools, the neighbors.
The people in the supermarket wearing their Obamamonkey cartoon t-shirts.
And my homeschooled friends wearing their "NoBama" shirts to Carowinds.

Why? Because Obama's a fucking terrorist who's going to take over the country and turn everyone muslim
then force everyone to get gay-married.

And I've been branded "the liberal" just because I pointed out that Barack Obama might not be, you know, THE DEVIL.
That maybe he's a good man and could be an okay president. God forbid.

I have two friends who really, really, really liked each other. Their parents wouldn't let them date. Because he's black and she's white.
"It's a different culture" her parents said. "Cultures that shouldn't mix."

Would they have a problem with her dating someone from France, or England, or Spain? Of course not.

Damn.


 

It's almost 1 am. I'm still awake. I don't think I should be. I think I should be getting some sleep. That's what the rational side of my brain says. But geek side says no. Geek side says stay awake until the three episodes of The West Wing I just bought have completely downloaded.
I've seen all the episodes up to season four's finale, Twenty-Five. If you are a West Wing Geek, you will know that that is the episode in which Jed Bartlet is temporarily removed from office because his daughter was kidnapped.
I was squirming to find out what happened. Then I found out that iTunes only had seasons 1-4.

FAIL, iTUNES. FAIL.

But it's okay because now they have added 5 and 6. So I bought the first three episodes of season 5. (because that's all I can afford)
I usually just buy gift cards at Target instead of using a credit card, and GOD, am I dry tonight.
I honestly just have nothing interesting to say. Except I now have a David Bowie t-shirt. And a Duran Duran t-shirt. On clearance. :D
And I had the Mom of a friend offer to make me a Fleetwood Mac iron-on with a record cover. I told her I'd love her forever and make her cookies every day.





.....




Well, son of a bitch.
I think I should just go.

OH, one more thing. I think this is the most precious thing I have ever seen:

It looks like they're playing Grey Gardens :)
(from an Anthropologie catalogue, I think?)
 

On national televison. That is why I love her. She's badass.
You know, there are some days when I feel like yelling "Quit yo jibba-jabba!" for no reason.
Today is one of those days. Hence it is my new myspace name. I love Mr.T.
In other news, there is snow outside. Melting quickly. Thats how we roll in North Carolina,
it snows one night, then the next morning it's 60 degrees. Sigh.
Anyway, Jared insulted Dorothy Parker last night. Why, I don't know. He saddens me...

Prince or commoner, tenor or bass,
Painter or plumber or never-do-well,
Do me a favor and shut your face-
Poets alone should kiss and tell. 

Unrelated: Driving Lessons is an amazing movie. Hilarious. SO british. Love it :)