RavenChic: I think we need to do election campaigns like Survivor. Give the candidates $700.00 a month and watch them fend for themselves. And broadcast it weekly. Make it palatable to the american entertainment appetite.
RavenChic: Run it for a full year before the election.
RavenChic: Wouldn't you like to see G.W living on my income?
RavenChic: with his daughters no less, in some cheap-ass slummy apartment.
RavenChic: Maybe watch him try to apply for energy assistance, or food stamps.
RavenChic: watch him struggle without health care.
Me: oh wow
RavenChic: THAT I would watch. Gimme some popcorn.
RavenChic: I'd enjoy watching him be harrassed by cops because he could only afford a junk heap of a car.
RavenChic: I'd like to see him mop floors.
RavenChic: or flip burgers.
RavenChic: AND it would be a test of character, as well as a chance for the candidates to get in touch with the "real" america.
Me: they'd get to see what the MAJORITY Of their constituents go through
RavenChic: Think we'd get more voters then?
Me: Heheh.. probably...
Me: I ... I really like this idea.
been doing a lot of thinking about the christian god.
And finding *no* answers.
And that's okay.
I didn't really expect to find any. I never really do when I start thinking about organized religion. Just lots of "why"s with a lot of "just cuz"s
considering that it should be a matter of blind faith, intellectual reasoning necessarily doesn't fit.
It just trips me that so many people change their relgious world view as quickly as they change clothes, or hair styles..
"ooh, think I'll be a buddhist this week to match my long and sleek look"
"oh, wait, gonna chop it all off and dye it blonde... need something more loose and free and easy.. hmmm.. .maybe a woman affirming branch of wicca..."
And they don't really get how disingenuious it is. Sure, change your mind.. I mean.. PLEASE change your mind.. don't be a static person.
But don't change it on whim. This is a religion, not a designer.
there's just too little faith and too much dogma.
Looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Jay used to say that I was his pot of gold. That I was just ... his prize. Because finally someone got him. Someone dug the convoluted ramblings and the coffee fueled genius that he spewed.
But then he changed. And I changed. And unfortunately it happened after we professed too much for it to not be awkward for him.
Tainted pot of gold.
Just for finally feeling what he was pushing me toward.
Men push me into feelings. Do everything they can to sway me. And when I capitulate, confess, run toward it... they always withdraw it.
They got the boost they needed.
then that's that.
Some of them spend some time pretending. They're the ones who break me every time.
The ones who have the balls to be honest, well, I can still talk to them. Find pleasure in having at least bits of them. But the ones who have used me and then cut me off... the ONE who broke my heart.
Every bit of contact is just another piling on of all the caustic things I know he feels. And I didn't do anything wrong. I only did what he ASKED me to do.
Should have known better, sure, I guess.
Am I just NEVER allowed to let myself hope?
I'm so tired of having to protect myself. I just want ONE TIME to be able to fall into someone and find safety instead of this constant bed of nails.
Yeah, I know... sounds like I'm just whining. But if you had any idea... just.. ANY idea..
what it is that the male species in general has put me through. The things done to me, physical, mental and emotional, at the hands of men who just really DID NOT CARE that I was just as human and hurtable as them.
And I hear people who have had the smallest.. tiniest things done to them.
And while I know everyone owns their own pain... and that hurts hit people differently... It makes me.. ANGRY that they hate men so much. That they can let themselves be so utterly hateful over so little.
I still don't hate men.
And believe me.. I have EVERY reason to.
The men haters can go fuck themselves.
"Do you know a woman who uses her breasts or body to get what she wants from men?"
Do I know one who Doesn't?
Herbiscui> yes.. yes I did goose you
* punkalici backs into corner
punkalici> snot safe in here..
Herbiscui> behold the FINGERS OF DEATH
* Herbiscui brandishes
Herbiscui> okay ... death by goosing sounds a lil off.
Herbiscui> but yeh
punkalici> and embarassing as well. can you imagine saying, yeah - i killed the bitch! offed her with my muthafuckin goosing finger of DEATH
Herbiscui> ... wonder if there would be tougher way of saying that..
Herbiscui> reamed her with the digital protrusion of DOOM
ragdoll13> stop being rat-shit pirates.