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2003-12-15 - 11:06 p.m. same old shit it was back then - alice in chains my weekend was exhausting. so much so, that i refuse to get into it. i went christmas shopping with matt. he likes to wait. boy, does he ever. daddy, i'm a'scared. people are crazy. and it was monday. i won't even go near that damn mall on the weekend. i got a nice black kenneth cole dress shirt for matt's holiday party. i wore a plain hanes white tshirt, slim fit flat front chinos, and black converse and let me tell ya, i felt naked. yes, the tshirt was kinda snug, and i did have a hoodie, but, i tied it around my waist when i was looking for a dress shirt. matt said the women in macy's were, in the immortal words of karen walker, "getting misty...down there" it was sort of funny. this one woman in particular, she'd stare, i'd ignore her, she'd stare some more, and when i finally just looked her dead in the eye, she gave me the dirtiest look. like i was harrassing her. has that ever happened to any other guys who read this? some female is all eyes, and the second you look back, they'll like roll their eyes or some shit, like, "oh, god, what are you staring at"? when THEY'RE the ones who've been staring. it's so annoying. i've had women do everything in their power to get me to look at them: stare intently, walk back and forth in front of me, speak loudly so i'd turn to look, bump into me when they had so much room to go by me. all kinds of stupid shit, you know? and the fucking nanosecond i look at them, they get all huffy, and act accosted. it's like pulling your skirt up for attention, and when someone looks, calling them a pervert. it makes no fucking sense. whatever, dude. whatever. obviously, i'm a bit more annoyed by that than i thought. look at all the space i devoted to such a lame topic. moving on... my parents are moving. they're moving into one of their rental properties. we gutted that house last weekend. my dad kinda drove my brother and i crazy (matt stayed respectfully mum). that's my pop, you know? everything has to be now, now, now. we busted our fucking asses, and he wanted more. that's the way it is. a word about saddam. i'm glad they got him. i didn't think anyone ever would. i love what a coward he was. encouraging young men to kill themselves for allah, and not even drawing his weapon when the shit went down. i'm no yahoo, but, his hypocrisy, especially given his regime's sickening cruelty, is pathetic. i'm glad for the iraqi people. i just hope that this doesn't mean that bush is gonna win a second term. like what if his approval rating fucking skyrockets? i don't like the man. i have to say though, i agree with some things he does. like not giving any contracts for the rebuilding of iraq to countries who didn't support the war. i mean, if they were against being there, fine. that's their perogative. but, when it comes time to make money off of the actions they were dead set against, well, what kind of bullshit is that? that's what's called a fair weather friend. friends like that i don't need. you feel me? anyway, there are many service men and women who won't be home for the holidays, and i thank and respect them for what they're doing. politicians are all full of shit and everyone knows it. it's the regular people like you and me who are overseas, regular people doing extraordinary things that will forever have my respect. no matter what side of the fence you're on, you can't argue that. later... |
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