I'm here. Not dead. Not even close.



Well, except I think the canker sore in my mouth might be trying to kill
me. Slowly, but steadily. Little bastard.



So I have two-ish weeks of school left. EVER. That's good.



And I invited a gaggle of 4-year-old girls to our house for tea this
weekend. I have to stop saying "I'm having a tea party" because people
look at me funny and start scoping my car for W bumper stickers. And
then I have to explain, "No, no, a REAL tea party, not those dumbass
fake ones that make no sense." And then they nod and smile and I don't
think they believe me so then I have to propose to them (if they're a
woman) or encourage them to marry their boyfriend (if they're a man)
just so that they'll understand my HIGHLY LIBERAL POLITICAL LEANINGS.
Dammit.



I think I'm a little angry today. See, I'm ashamed of my home state, who
has decided to promote and support racism. Boycotting Arizona seems
like a good idea, except that my mom works there and needs the money and
so instead I'm campaigning to "Move My Parents Out of Arizona."
Contribute to the fund by buying them a house in Illinois.



I'm also angry because I think discrimination of all types in our
country is out of control. I read two separate, unrelated articles about
transgender discrimination and I wanted to punch my computer. People
can be horrid, evil beings. And I feel so powerless. Except that I want
to raise my child to see the differences in people and appreciate them.
And then treat them ALL with respect. Yes, people are different. And
that's a good thing. So that's where I'm going to focus my energies.



I am also angry because of the canker sore on my lip with aspirations of
murder. Fucker.