a fighter

i like to think of myself as a pretty stalwart being. Someone with dukes! Someone who can fend shit off! My mother seems to think i am made of puppy sneezes and tissues, however, illustrated by the fact that everytime I leave the house, she tries to arm me with some sort of self-defense tool. It's usually mace, and it's usually attached to a keychain, but this last time she shook things up. Tried to pawn a small flashlight with the most godawful siren you've ever dreamed of hearing. There are at least 37 million reasons I don't take these things (come on, I live in SEATTLE. people aren't dangerous, they're just weeeeird.), not the least of which being, I am my usually own worst enemy. So much so that a few years ago when my aunt sprayed herself with her own mace, I was actually relieved that I hadn't done it first. The siren would have been a disaster. I would have reached for some trident in the middle of a harry potter movie, flipped that thing on and scarred a theater full of 7 year olds for life. Me hurting myself is way more probable than some skeeze waking up from his stupor long enough to steal my bus pass. Truth. "Olive, I don't appreciate it when you put your butthole on my hand." - Me, to my cat, just now Good night.

one fourth

in one 72-hour period, i lost the entire contents of my computer's hard drive (one and a half years' worth of pictures, writing, projects) and my boyfriend (one and a half years' worth of everything). and no, it doesn't feel apropos. it doesn't feel like a "clean slate." it feels, rather, empty.

oh memories

you know what i love about our current state of affairs? that it's worn me down to the point where i now look upon this fondly, as part of the "good old days" long gone are the days when our AG and the DOJ were just weird and slightly offensive; this is terrifying. does it feel like everyone in this administration has been giving us the finger for the past 7 years?

when bad things happen to bad people

you know, i'm not really into dancing on people's graves, but i can't help but comment on this. sorry jerry. this was obviously some sort of coordinated attack by the jews, gays, feminists, Teletubbies, pagans and ACLU. but what really gets me, is that there is now some sort of unspoken (or loudly spoken) decree that all republican presidential candidates need to issues statements on this. this guy was a radical, on-the-fringe hatemonger. these guys really need to pander to his fans? really? REALLY? there's something wrong there. this is about the time i need mike gravel to show up and call a bigot a bigot. old man has balls. (i'm pretty in love with mike gravel.)

growth!

you know, out of all of the million things i have to talk about today, including but not limited to us attorneys, uk work visas and brown rice, all i really want to talk about are my tomato plants. look how big they're getting! compare picture one (behind the dahlia) to picture two: and that's only been two weeks! i was so pessimistic, but it looks like they're going to make it afterall! boys are going to be big. yay for sunshine and the promise of cherry tomatoes. i'm also pretty in love with amy winehouse's 'i'm no good.' it's my running song tonight.