May 22nd, 2004

flaming, angry

Dunderheads in the break room

Listen, old man.
If you want this country to stay "the good guys", damn skippy we should be making a fuss over prisoner abuses, even when people on the side of the prisoners are killing soldiers attached to this country.
Once it gets down to a contest of who can be more vile, everyone's lost.

Fuck you.
I would wish that you be taken prisoner by someone who has no government looking over their shoulder to try and make sure that the captors don't use their imaginations in making the prisoners unhappy, to point out to you why we and everyone else should be making an almighty fuss over prisoner abuses, but I don't think I'd want to wish that on anyone.

In the interests of not getting fired for strangling someone my father's age, I kept my mouth shut and I stayed a good twenty feet away.
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running, bomb tech

Lemming: person you can't stop thinking about.

If there is one person you can't stop thinking about, post this same exact sentence in your journal.

There's the one, of course. Charmed me, alarmed me, disarmed me. I was lost when we joined hands, and he found me.

And right now, I'm worried about my father and my grandmother. Grandma's condition is worsening. My father is visiting her now. So they're on my mind a lot as well.
running, bomb tech


slept, woke.
Attempted to clean.
Slept, woke.
Went to work.
Wrote on a very twisted unicorn story.
Figured out what I'm going to do for nanowrimo NNWM.
Perked about that all the way home.
Went out to get cherries.
Worried about Mama and FatherSir.
Tried to call Mama, tyrantmouth, and kellinator.
Left messages with Mama and kellinator.
Got cherries.
Got supper.
Wrote up outline for NNWM project.
Rinshed dishes, stacked by side of sink.
Read entirely too much friends page. I'm'a have to cut down. Grah!!
Potentially, crashed.