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Last Updated (Sunday, 01 November 2009 17:33) Written by Megan Whitney Tuesday, 11 November 2008 06:47
Yesterday was an awful day. Yesterday was a good day, I was an awful bitch. Today is a good day too, though I skipped my only class (the one where all I have to do is run), slept in too late, thought about bad things, and had to wait around all day for the maintenance guy to come and fix the lock on my door (which somehow broke last night so I slept with a very unlocked door just screaming to be opened by some stranger.) Yesterday I was an awful bitch, today I’m in a pretty good mood… which means I’m acting like slightly less than an awful bitch. I can not, for the life of me, figure out why. Why do I accept things not going my way somedays and work so hard against them others? Maybe it was the Raspberry Sweet Tea I had last night that always cheers me up! I’m convinced that Raspberry Sweet Tea works with The Way.
Last night there was a strange man following me around The Merc. He wasn’t real and I didn’t talk to him. Today the friendly woman sitting across from me at La Prima Tazza told me a story. I don’t know her, she is real, and I talked to her. Why would I talk to her and not the man? Just because he wasn’t real? That doesn’t seem right to me. He can’t help it that he’s not real, why would I discriminate against him because of it?
On second thought, I wonder if the friendly person wasn’t so much friendly as she was just someone who wanted to talk about herself, and her ex boyfriend, and his inauguration ticket. While the conversation was somewhat, entirely, one-sided it did get me thinking…. which hurts. So, who wants to go to DC on January 20th avec moi? I also found out, and this is something apparently everyone knew about but me, that tickets should be free to the public if you ask your Senator and she or he decides you are deserving. It’s never too late, they have 250,000 on reserve, better move quick. If I don’t get one, I still want to go to DC!
I have lots and lots of poems to publish, but the site formatting isn’t working and that makes me sad… maybe I should just… go with it?
Shame. I bought the second Harry Potter book… but only because it was a dollar.
I’ve been really moody lately. I understand that typically I’m a hellacious bitch, but I seem to be more so these days. I don’t now why. I’m not sorry. You’ll get over it.
I consider myself a feminist? Can I call myself a bitch?
I need you to know, I’m not through the night, somedays I’m still fighting to walk towards the light…
Wow, emo.
Peace.
