Wednesday, May 31, 2006

1 more day

Here's the thing, I really really really don't believe in all of that fortune-telling crap. I really don't. But, I recently opened a fortune cookie, and the message inside actually came true in a completely pleasant way. I will eat the fortune cookies that come with the take-out more often in hopes that they will all come true- because I am a sucker like that.

Also: in packing, I've been forced to sort through all of my crap (hey! I found all of my socks that were hiding in a shopping bag under my sheets in the dresser!), and usually, that's welcome. But, today while sorting through crap, I came across a few pictures and mementos, and mostly they were incredibly sad. I got quite close to tears.


In other news, I'm also considering deleting this blog- it's been quite cathartic, and I like that no one actually reads this thing, but I'm a devil about privacy. When I move in with Boyfriend, I know that he'll be able to see my internet activity, and I think it might be semi-disastrous if he were to stumble on my bitching stash.


That being said, I'll catch up with some compliments.


Saturday: Despite the fact that I quite obviously hate her, Boyfriend is unwavering in his devotion to Furbeast

Sunday: Boyfriend has excellent taste in friends

Monday: Boyfriend did not drag me along to purchase his new television

Tuesday: Boyfriend has asked me how I feel about every piece of furniture, and takes my advice. Good boy!

Wednesday: When Furbeast
bit me on the face, Boyfriend was rational enough to not blame me.
Thursday: Boyfriend remembered my birthday!
Friday: Boyfriend is a reasonable and rational human.

Friday, May 26, 2006

He owns too much stuff

I've been gone for a long time moving Boyfriend's crap from one apartment to another, and frankly, after the anger and frustration and secret tears from this week(end), I don't think I can muster the will to compliment Boyfriend.

Really, the best I can do is to simply not bitch about him and his massive amount of stuff for hours on end. I spent a lot of time contemplating the irony of my moderate hippie tendencies paired with his moderate materialistic tendencies.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Update

Very Good Friend M has gotten back the test results, and she is officially in remission as that mass was completely benign.


More jello shots in celebration!

You've Got Exactly 60 Seconds to Kiss Me Like a European

This has been what you can call The Week From Hell.


Every night I fall into bed with every limb aching, only to find that the insomnia offers me no respite from consciousness.

Roommates and I are packing in a crazy, kind of drunk manner. That is to say, there is little planning or forethought in most of the way things are done. So far, my things haven't touched a box, and mostly the smallest and least important things of theirs have been packed.

Let this be said: I hate cats. I hate knickknacks. I especially detest knickknacks featuring cats. Guess what I did for exactly 4 hours and 38 minutes today? That's right, individually wrap cat knickknacks in bubblewrap. I wanted to kill myself.

After that? I sent out all of those resumes and cover letters that I completed last night. With this move is a change in job, and I would like to have that job waiting. However, that does mean papering the town, and if I customize one more self-promoting piece of shit, I really will kill myself. Ugh.

All of my fuss over the apartment has pretty much been cleared up, more than I anticipated. Boyfriend finally heard from the management office- and rather than giving a 30 day notice, they decided to go with a 3 day notice. At least I don't have to worry about being homeless. It does mean that all of the moving will happen quicker, and I might wiggle out of June rent. *Wiggle Wiggle*

So, all of my prospective start dates are bumped up, and the stress shot back up to the previous level.

Naturally, we had jello shots tonight.

I gave myself a manicure, and realized that the last time I had done so, I was living in New Orleans. My cuticles had pretty much grown over the tips of my fingernails. Sexy, I know.

All of that being said, I realized that the last compliment I gave was on Monday, May 8th. Holy crap, behind!

Tuesday: Boyfriend has an interesting personal style and set of tastes.
Wednesday: But thankfully, he is willing to let me do the decorating.
Thursday: And moreover, finance my tastes...Which are surprisingly cheap.
Friday: Boyfriend has been diligent in setting up all of the details of the apartment
Saturday: And he hasn't handed anything off to me to take care of.
Sunday: Boyfriend is not one of those frat boy types who needs to have penis contact allthetime
Monday: Boyfriend is willing to spend an entire date day playing board games with me
Tuesday: Despite the problem I had with losing the last album he gave me, he gave me a second chance and lent me another album
Wednesday: And he's gotten good at pinpointing what I'll like, and found an artist that I ended up really enjoying.


Whew.

Friday, May 12, 2006

The FBI Raided The CIA

It's been a while since I updated as I continue to let myself down by not updating daily.


Oh well. I can shut up because I've been busy.


My multiple personalities are getting out of control (just kidding, I'm mostly nearly sane).


Roommates and I have finally put together a schedule for moving, and frankly, this has only released the full force of my frantic worrying. We have to be out by the 31st of June, and that seems far-off enough to quell the worrying.

BUT, Roommates get the keys to their new apartment the 9th of June- and that means that they plan to have all of their crap moved by the 15th of June. Now, we have the carpet cleaning scheduled to happen on the 21st so that the landlord can inspect on the 23rd.

We plan on doing as much cleaning as possible on the 19th and 20th so that we can save money on the carpet cleaning bill, and because that's what responsible citizens do.

So, my crap *has* to be out by the 19th, so I anticipate using the weekend of the 17th and 18th to move- and that shouldn't be too difficult as I don't have a lot of stuff.

The problem is that the apartment that Mark has his eye on has somehow dropped off of the face of the planet. He is having a lot of trouble getting in touch with the leasing manager and after everything is signed and ready to go, he still has to wait 30 days before he can move. This means that he *has* to hear very good news by next Thursday. Frankly, he gets 3 days to move, and he's going to need all three. I can't be worrying about my stuff while I'm busy worrying about his move, so he'll need to begin his move on the 14th of June- which means he needs to sign everything by the 14th of May- that's Sunday. Today is Friday.


I am Fucked... Fucked with a capital F.


Fucked. Hard.


Frankly, I'm going to have to talk to Roommates about letting me crash with them at their new place for a short period of time until Mark can get his shit together.


I'm too mentally and emotionally exhausted to throw out a compliment...I'll leave that for later.

Monday, May 08, 2006

so sleepy...

I did not speak to or hear from Boyfriend all weekend, and truth be told, I miss that bugger.


Despite the fact that he's still dragging his feet with the apartment. I still vote that we take the13th floor so we can see the skyline...but he's concerned that his music will bother the neighbors.

Anyway, compliment time:

Boyfriend has made it clear that he is not a good dancer, but still offeres his companionship for future livingroom dance parties.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

I don't have the biggest worries.

Among other things, Very Good Friend M went in for another check up with her doctor, and they found another mass, this time much larger and in her left breast- large enough to call for a masectomy if it's cancerous.

I told her I would pray for her, and I did...Although I'm 95% positive that the only impact of the prayer is that she knew I was thinking about her.


She's insanely scared, and frankly, I don't know how I would react in her position. It's one thing to be unhappy with your body, but to know that your body is betraying you? Painful, at best.

I need a worry stone

I've been trying really hard to post every day so that I don't get behind on compliments. The point of the project is to make me reflect on a unique reason for why I care for Boyfriend every day- but sometimes, when I stare at the blinking cursor after, say, four days of not updating, I get mad at him for not being so obvious with his good qualities. In that moment, not only have I forgone 4 days of unique contemplation about his positive traits, but I have also turned what should have been a very calm and soothing moment into 20 minutes of grumbling about how I've already said all that I can- which isn't true...I just need to think harder and update more frequently.


Anyway, that being said, I've had a really good reason for not updating. My sim people wanted 10 children, and I complied. They also wanted to be business tycoons, and I just can't refuse them. If you don't know what I'm talking about, spare yourself the agony of wanting to be God, and DON'T purchase any of The Sims software.

Truth be told, it's because my stress level is through the roof. Boyfriend lives in an apartment that reminds me of a college campus- right down to the laundry rooms and "free" aerobics classes. When moving to a new apartment, if you already live in the complex, you simply tell them when you want to move and where you want to move, and the magic real estate fairies do something to make it happen. Boyfriend has chosen the most desirable (read: expensive) apartment for us. He needs this magical living space to be on the first floor (because sound travels down, and his at-home studio is a noise machine) and because he doesn't even want to think about moving furniture up flights of stairs. He also would like this magic living space to face south so as to have access to satellite television and radio. Of course, he also wants it to face away from the street (he wants privacy from drivers and passersby), the ponds (the geese disturb FurBeast) and the forrest preservey thing (there are regularly hikers and bikers on the trail that passes at the edge and allows for zero privacy). He also needs this to open up before July 1 (frankly, June 15th).


Amazingly, there is one that meets all qualifications EXCEPT, it's having maintenance work done, and he doesn't know when that work will be complete. Now, Boyfriend will have a full 30 days of notice after the apartment is completely finished- so he will have enough time to box every last item and have everything ready to move. HOWEVER, I *need* to know that I have a place to sleep after June 15th. The apartment I live in has 4 of my roommate's evil, evil cats, and the place has to be properly de-furred and disinfected by the 30th, including time to let the carpets dry after they've been cleaned.

Today is May 7th. Let's pretend the work is done tomorrow, and Boyfriend is clear to move into the new place June 8th. That means the first week of June, I sill spend my time packing his stuff up and moving it. After that, Roommates' want to be completely moved out of this apartment June 15th, and so I can guarantee that the time between June 9th and June 15th will be completely dedicated to their excessive collection of cat posters, computer peripherals, and other odds and ends of crap they refuse to ditch. This will leave me exactly 3 days to pack all of my crap and move it, because they want to scrub all surfaces starting on the 19th, so they will have two days to clean before the carpet cleaner is scheduled to visit.

Let's be realistic: Boyfriend would have to get confirmation of the apartment *tomorrow*
Let's be realistic. For every day after tomorrow that Boyfriend does not hear from the rental office, I get progressively more fucked. Frankly, Boyfriend has crammed a 3 bedroom apartment amount of crap into a 1 bedroom apartment...And we're only moving into a 2 bedroom apartment. Granted, I don't come with a lot of crap, but I can tell you right now that my crap with absolutely not fit in his current apartment.

Male Roommate and Female Roommate are moving into a three bedroom apartment, and Male Roommate has made the promise that if the apartment issue with Boyfriend fucks me over, He doesn't have any problem letting me stay with them *for free* until I am able to move.

I guess the reason this can't all happen quickly is because a) I promised Roommates that I would help to the best of my ability to get them moved and b) I foresee a complete disaster in Boyfriend's move, and that can't be complicated by my stuff- my entire job will probably be helping to carry heavy stuff and keeping Boyfriend from going into a complete mental breakdown.

I wonder if I could kill his cat "on accident" while carrying one of the heavy things? I hope so. I hate her.

The point is, for everyone involved, the moving of my stuff is the last priority, and I'm very concerned that after working my ass off to get everyone else moved, Boyfriend won't have the time to cart my crap to his apartment, and Roommates will be busy settling in and working.


So that whole story is to explain that my level of stress has put me at a breaking point, and making computer people do silly things to entertain my inane sense of humor (like making punk-looking teenagers do what appears to be the electric slide) has only served to calm me down and bring me back from the breaking point.


*sigh*

compliment time.

Friday: Boyfriend is not clingy, and does not feel as though he can't participate in a social event without me.
Saturday: While he prefers film, Boyfriend has excellent taste in literature.
Sunday: Boyfriend has enough self confidence to go to a Democratic Party pot-luck dinner with people he has never met- alone.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Email!

Ignorance is on the march! Grab your guns and shoot anything that isn't pastey white and doesn't hold a bible! My relatives have sent forth another email forward. The email (from my cousin-in-law) will be in red, while my responses will be in standard yellow.

Let the headache begin!

___________________________________________


Will we still be the Country of choice and still be America if we continue to
make the changes forced on us by the people from other countries that came to
live in America because it is the Country of Choice??????

Is it a country of choice now, since you are forcing your way of life on people? What real changes are we making? And which of those changes directly affect your lifestyle? Why is this only a country of choice for you? Do you really think that excessive punctuation will enrage me more than your words?

Think about it!

I have, and now, I'm coaching you through the process.

All we have to say is, when will they do something about MY RIGHTS?

Jesus Christ on a biscuit. Which of your rights have been infringed? Go ahead, tell me.

I celebrate Christmas...........but because it isn't celebrated by everyone..............we can no longer say Merry Christmas. Now it has to be Season's Greetings.

No one is saying you CAN'T say "Merry Christmas." You, my dear, have become a sheep listening to the putrid font of Bill O'Reilly. Many public venues, from stores to town halls, have come to realize that not everyone celebrates JUST Christmas. Some people celebrate New Years. Surprisingly, too, some people don't celebrate Christmas at all! Why should we disinclude them in our society simply because they don't practice your religion? Moreover, the birth of Christ, scholars believe, actually happened in the spring, and it is well documented that the use of December 25th to celebrate the birth of Christ is SIMPLY a way for the church to overtake the holidays of another culture. So, my dear reader, there is no war on Christmas, but rather the Christians are waging war on the TRUE holidays of the season.

It's not Christmas vacation, it's Winter Break. Isn't it amazing how this
winter break ALWAYS occurs over the Christmas holiday?

It's not amazing, it's logical. First and foremost, it is understood that traditionally, all cultures take a time of respite during this part of the year. It isn't unique to America, and it certainly isn't unique to Christians. Perhaps, if you really want a Christmas break, we should kill the two weeks off altogether, and you can have just the one day off. That will be your Christmas break. Then you can even call it Christmas break. But don't get confused, that break traditionally has nothing to do with Jesus.

We've gone so far the other way, bent over backwards to not offend anyone,
that I am now being offended. But it seems that no one has a problem with that.

You're not offended, you're stupid. How could you possibly be offended. No one is refusing to recognize the validity of your celebration. No one is forcing you to work or go to school on your holiday. No one is encroaching on your freedom of speech.

This says it all!
This is an editorial written by an American citizen, published in a Tampa newspaper. He did quite a job; didn't he? Read on, please!

I'd like a name of the author and newspaper...it doesn't bode well for credibility if you can't name a source. And he did quite a job being a nutjob, but that's about it.

IMMIGRANTS, NOT AMERICANS, MUST ADAPT.
I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, we have experienced a surge
in patriotism by the majority of Americans. However...... the dust from the attacks had
barely settled when the "politically correct! " crowd began complaining about
the possibility that our patriotism was offending others.

No one is concerned that your patriotism will offend people. I, however, was concerned when your patriotism led to brutal beatings in the streets of anyone who was a muslim: was that patriotism or a hate crime? I began to complain when your patriotism took away my right to privacy and my right to be protected from illegal search and seizure, among many other things.

I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone who is seeking a better life by coming to America. Our population is almost entirely made up of descendants of immigrants.
Outside of Native Americans, every person here is the descendant of an immigrant or an immigrant himself. And what about this "they're stealing our jobs" nonsense?

However, there are a few things that those who have recently come to our country, and apparently some born here, need to understand. This idea of America being a
multicultural community has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity.

Being socereign has nothing to do with how many cultures are inside the borders, dumbass. It means that we can make and execute our own laws. Our national identity? Laughable. What, exactly, is the national identity? Is it the Ku Klux Klan? Is it Japanese Internment camps? Is it slavery or dragging gay people by their feet down the road, tied to a pick up truck? Is it apple pie and baseball- pie being a european tradition and baseball being played by people who more and more being drafted out of latin american countries? I think our national identity is one that makes the statement that people can be more evolved than forming government based on tribal customs. We make laws that cover humanity and encourage unity, rather than splitting our people into tribes and keeping kings and dynasties.

As Americans...... we have our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle. This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.

Correction: As Americans, we have many cultures based on communities and backgrounds. A majority of us speak English, but a large number of people speak a second language at home, and our lifestyle is dictated by our class system. Our culture, as a whole, has been developed over a short period of time by raping the land, killing those who aren't like the majority, shitting on women, and excluding large portions of the population- only to slowly allow them in the club because you can only hold on to ignorance for so long. It's only a matter of time before we do the same to Latinos.

We speak ENGLISH, not Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society, learn the language!

Correction: We speak English commonly, but many speak Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian and whatever it is that the people of Georgia speak. If you wish to be a part of our society, you should learn the language common to the neighborhood. But don't be fooled, we have no official language because the founding fathers didn't want to discriminate against the Dutch.

"In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not some Christian, right wing, political slogan.. We adopted this motto because Christian men and women.......on Christian principles.............
founded this nation..... and this is clearly documented.

I'm sorry, but we don't trust in "God." If we did, we wouldn't be fighting wars to protect our future interests- we would trust "God" to take care of us. Moreover, the people who founded this nation were deists. Frankly, they didn't believe that God actually made any difference in our lives OTHER than giving inherent human rights. THAT is what's clearly documented. You've just never cracked the appropriate books. You've spent your whole life repeating some stupid party line shit that someone else made up. Congratulations, you're a moron.

It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home.........because God is part of our culture.

I'm sorry, remind me again of which part of our culture God is involved in? Would it be the slavery part in the past? How about racism or white collar crime? Is it the hate crimes? Is it teen pregnancy and the outcasting of gay people? Is it oppressing the poor while sanctifying the rich? God is an ornament slapped on our government so that the ignorant people who were used to having their kings use God as the reason for monarchy would believe our government to be valid. Apparently, that kind of retardation still runs rampant today.

If Stars and Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet.

I don't think anyone is offended by Uncle Sam or the Stars and Stripes (other than people who have been oppressed under these symbols or whose houses have been blown up by bombs with American flags). I do, however, think that a lot of people ARE offended by retards justifying outlandish hate with a wave of the flag and a salute.

We are happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came from.

You must be crazy if you have no desire to change things. I suppose you like the crime rate and millions of people below the poverty line. I hate to tell you this, but people from other countries might actually have valid ideas. Wanna know something else? Our original national philosophy was copied from French philosophers. Go figure!

This is OUR COUNTRY, our land, and our lifestyle.

Correction: This is a country owned by crooks, stolen from its rightful owners and lived in by ignorant fools.

Our First Amendment gives every citizen the right to express his opinion and we
will allow you every opportunity to do so!

Assuming you don't speak too loud, because we get offended if you say something different from what we say, and we will do everything in our ability to strip you of your rights.

But once you are done complaining....... whining...... and griping.......

Like you have been for the past few paragraphes.

about our flag.......

No one is bitching about the flag, dumbass.

our pledge...... our national motto........

I say we use our ORIGINAL pledge, and learn the history of our national motto.

or our way of life....

No, I totally love corporate greed and babies going to sleep hungry. I would never gripe about our "way of life."

I highly encourage you to take advantage of one other Great American Freedom.....

THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.

OR, why don't we fix America and allow it to grow the way the Founding Fathers had wanted it- by leaving the Constitution elastic with the ability to create amendments.

It is Time for America to Speak up. If you agree -- pass this along; if you don't agree -- delete it!

Here's a better idea: if you don't agree, speak up. Don't let the mouthy retards take over. Don't let our country fall into decay like the dark ages when religion ruled.

AMEN

FUCK YOU.

I figure if we all keep passing this to our friends
(and enemies) it will also, sooner or later
get back to the complainers, lets all try,
please!

I figure that you need a good history lesson, and that you should stop thinking of your fellow Americans as enemies. You've become a tool for the conservative movement. While you're in an uproar over brown people and Jesus, they're stealing your jobs and killing your grandmother with shitty healthcare. Way to go, moron.




________________________________________

All that being said, it's time to give a compliment: Boyfriend has started a fantastically creative new project that indicates that his creativity is evolving and not prone to stagnation.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

America would love it.

Well, dear reader[s], I got my paws on a copy of that email sent to my aunt, and it is a lot more acceptable than I imagined. Now, to be honest, I really don't know why my Aunt is upset. I know that they have had troubled times, and as far as I can tell, a lot of the issues reach back into childhood. Overall, had she been able to point out *why* she needed to apologize, it might have gone over well.


But, that's really the issue. When person A has an issue with person B that rolls into a mutual "no talking" situation, both people should know why. In all probability, were person B (in this case, my mother) empathetic or maybe able to listen, person B would be able to understand and fully reason out why person A is upset. In this case, person B has a well-documented past of hearing, but not listening and completely lacking any empathy necessary to properly execute a relationship with anyone who is not an extension of her own being (see: anyone in the world with the exception of her husband).

Now, in this case, I can't speak with certainty about the issues that Person A has with Person B, but I do know there are inferiority complexes running around like and infestation of termites that just keep eating away at the structures in relationships. Give that, in this case, person A and person B have been set up to compete with one another since birth, these complexes have essentially been shot up with large doses of steroids and given machetes.

My only guess is that the current person A has made the same efforts as I made when I was person A: that is, my Aunt has probably explained her issues to my mother or at least had an all-out brawl that made the problems obvious.

And now, after all of that, if person B cannot identify what the problem is, person B has severely insulted person A. In my opinion, person A has the right to label person B any number of obscene names and continue to shut person B out of his/her life.

Unfortunately, person A and person B are about to, in all of their drama queen glory, set upon the high seas on a boat. That's right, all that insanity locked away in the middle of an ocean. I think it's funny, too. I suppose it's only funny because I won't be on that boat. If I were, I would be the first one overboard. Again, my only regret is that I cannot send a TV crew in my stead to air the insanity for huge profit.

America would love it.

Anyway, compliment time: Boyfriend, despite all of the hectic jumbling of this move and the stress that has me whipped into something just short of a frenzy, is still calm and hasn't jumped off into the deep end.


P.S. There is exactly one month until my birthday! What are you going to get me? Want a hint: I would like some peace, some quiet, a fine bottle of fruity white wine, a cool breeze and the day off.


I'm betting $10 I'll spend the day hauling someone else's shit to an apartment probably located in the most remote part of the city. Oh, goody!

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Bring in the clowns.

Yesterday was May Day, and with that in the city of Chicago was the march in support of immigration. I've heard the Spanish version of the national anthem. I've spent hours reading statistics and opinion articles on the subject. Time to spew out my thoughts.

1. You can't take all of the illegal immigrants out of the country and send them back to their countries of origin. First, the sheer number of dollars it would take to round up everyone who couldn't produce papers would be INSANE. Don't we have enough national debt? Secondly, a lot of these illegal immigrants have children who are legal US citizens: that is, their children were born on US soil. These children would also have to be deported, which would be quite a messy endeavor: deporting innocent US citizens because they are related to undocumented residents. Third, while I think the US as a whole could bounce back after losing a large portion of cheap labor, I think local economies could find themselves in the red OR there would be a greater burden to low-income citizens who have to shoulder the greatest burden when there is an increase in essential items- such as food. There would be an increase in the cost of food when products like lettuce would see skyrocketting prices due to the increased cost of labor. Let's also not forget about the effect of throwing millions of people without jobs into the already faltering economies of South America. Think the political climate there is unstable now? Just wait...

2. I think the best plan to slow illegal immigration is a multi-faceted approach. That is, look into the many causes of illegal immigration, and deal with those causes. First, I think you need to confront the businesses that employ illegal immigrants. They hire these people because the labor is cheap AND they can pay completely under the table. Essentially, but not prosecuting and fining these businesses, you give them a tax incentive for hiring illegal immigrants. How about this: create more revenue for the state by aggressively prosecuting BUSINESSES that break the law. Also, we need to make it easier to be legal. They aren't here because they want to take over and kill America. They're here because they love America, and they want to be American. Our economy not only encourages but needs people who will come and work for minimum wage...And for that reason we should welcome anyone who is willing to work here on the cheap. Moreover we should avoid a guest-worker/2nd class resident situation that has been heralded by the president: I think we should take a very very close look at the problems it has caused in Europe (see: Arab youth rioting in France).

3. I know there are people up in arms over the Spanish version of the national anthem, but frankly, I think the idea is a good idea. I think some of the lyrics ("mean laws") are a problem, but it's a good idea. One of the things I've heard is that they don't like that the immigrants don't assimilate to American culture, and "refusing" to sing the national anthem in English is just another way to show that. I find that to be altogether untrue. First, on the idea of assimilation: this, to me, seems altogether a pinch racist. For some reason, we embrace the Italians who live in little Italy in large cities and carry over their culture. We love a traditional German family. But the Mexicans? Nope. Hate that culture. And, for as long as there is no official language, I see no reason why a Spanish version is any less valid than the English version.

Want to know why there is no official language? Because the founding fathers wanted to make it clear that America was going to be open to everyone, not just those who spoke English.

We criticize Mexican immigrants because they wave a Mexican flag, but during these marches I saw a sea of AMERICAN flags and AMERICAN patriotism. Is it just that we don't like them? Is it just that they're different, and therefore open to be a scapegoat?


Oh, America. Where did your compassion go?


On a side note: I caught wind of an email that came from my mother and ended in my aunt's inbox. Under no certain terms, it seems that there is some kind of long-standing rivalry between the siblings in my mother's family (at the fault of my grandmother for having them at all). Rumor has it that in preparation for the big family reunion cruise (which I had the good sense to avoid) my mother attempted to send an olive branch to my aunt in which she offered no apology (typical) because she feels that she has no reason to apologize (surprise! Not only is the pope infallible, but my mother is equally holy). I could only laugh. She only fanned the flames. This cruise is going to be a three ring circus, and my only regret is that I can't send a TV crew to film the insanity. Soap operas don't have anything on this shit.


Today's compliment: Boyfriend doesn't live in the past and isn't concerned in the least about his ex-girlfriends.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Sometimes, I listen to cheesy 80's mix tapes.

I'm getting behind. I just can't seem to keep up with my own life as it spins out of my control.




Friday: Boyfriend has perfectly manicured fingernails that do not appear feminine, just well groomed.
Saturday: Boyfriend respects my urge for a lot of privacy.
Sunday: Boyfriend understands that I find his parents intimidating and does not force me to spend time with them.
Monday: Boyfriend always plans ahead.


That being said, I think it's about time I go back to the gynecologist and get birth control pills. I resisted using them, simply because I spend so much time on birth control, I wanted to avoid having my body get completely whacked out. But, like clockwork, the month I stop popping the pills, my cycles grind to a halt, and I get to have the continual "could I be pregnant, no, that's not logical, but I've been missing my periods, yes, but you also haven't been participating in the necessary activities to precipitate a pregnancy" talks with myself.

I think said visit might also be beneficial because I've noticed that the frequency of a small problem has skyrocketed. Like most women I know, what can be very pleasurable will turn to horrible pain in the blink of an eye...And while that may have happened 1/5 times in the past...I've found that it's happening every time. I've also noticed a new need for all kinds of slippery products that I never needed in the past.

Maybe menopause came early. I do have a difficult time regulating my body temperature.



As long as there are no change-of-life babies, I'm cool with that.