| - Your Song WHAT TO DO? That seems to be the question of my life at the moment. The rapidly converging storylines of my existance (I believe we're up to four so far, right Liz?) are putting pressure on me to make some decisions, and fast. I know, I'm speaking in riddles, but work with me here... Prom is Friday. Birthday Saturday. Mom going to visit the school in her latest attempt to make my life a living hell on Monday.
And, the issue of Prom deserves a paragraph to itself--Jenn's parent's (for those of you who don't already know) have changed their minds about our lesbionic tendancy to want to go to prom together and are allowing her to go! YAY! She needs shoes. We need to coordinate other crap, too, but all will be taken care of eventually. Tickets have been bought. (Why am I thinking in telegraphic speech? I dunno....)
I fulfilled my slashy goodness quota for the week with the newest episode of QAF....good times were had by all, and I was ALL ABOUT the Brian and Ted convos--fricking hilarious! Like the scene where Ted is at his twelve step meeting, "sharing" his story, and all of a sudden....
Brian: (popping out of nowhere and taps Ted on the shoulder) C’mon. I need you.
Ted: Brian, can’t you see I’m sharing?
Brian: (to the audience) It’s nothing you haven’t heard before. Did drugs, fucked around, hit bottom, regrets it deeply. Let’s go.
Hm... as I write, Nunie is giving a rant over the phone to one of her friends about women in the military and how they should all be sent home from Iraq because women shouldn't be there. Republicans. ARGH. Here's an idea: let's send them ALL home because war is horrible and violence solves nothing and I am so glad I'm a Democrat and have half a fucking brain. **exhales**
And, because I'd forgotten to put this in a few weeks ago, an interesting tidbit from my convo with my Aunt MaryAnn when she took me out to dinner to ask me to take care of her cats while she was on vacation (did I mention my father's family only contacts me when they WANT something???):
Aunt MaryAnn: All Democrats want to do is raise taxes. You don't want your mother to pay more taxes, do you?
Me: Sometimes it's not about the money. It's about principles. It's about not dashing off to war whenever something goes awry because you can't figure out a better way to solve the problem. It's about giving women the right to choose, gay people to marry, and me wanting guns as far away from my house and family as possible because it may be true that people kill people, but the guns certianly help! You can't just go "bang" really loudly and hope your victim has a heart attack! (addendum: I was very pleasantly surprised with myself that I was able to make an Eddie Izzard reference in a convo with a Republican; however, I didn't bring up "executive transvestites"--that would have been going a bit too far, and the woman WAS paying for my dinner, after all).
Aunt MaryAnn: **stares blankly** So, you DON'T support our troops?
Republican logic--is there a bigger oxymoron? | 
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