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No One is Free When Others are Oprah
Jul. 20th, 2007 10:47 pmYou've got your glass is half-full people and your glass is half-empty people.
Then you've got your not only is the glass is half-empty but it's filled with toxic by-products, a rotting goldfish, some unidentifiable floating crap (oh my God is that phlegm?) and somebody with bird-flu probably peed in it and if we drink this shit we will surely die, but since we're dying of thirst (because of global fucking warming) and we're locked in this concentration camp (because of George fucking Bush) we have to drink this water anyway and therefore we are fucked no matter what people.
I'm actually feeling a bit better. I've been listening to The Gay Fun Show and now I want to form a support group called, "Hags Without Fags." We'll sit in the basement of the community center, chain-smoking, drinking stale coffee from styrofoam cups and bitching about how nobody ever takes us dancing. Maybe one day some lonely gay men will form a "Fags Without Hags" group and a Christmas miracle will bring us together! Oh the gay times we'll have then!
An old boyfriend used to grind his teeth at me and snarl, "Please don't end your sentences with prepositions!" So I told him to, "Fuck off."
This other time, I was sitting on a couch with a boyfriend and his dog. We were working through some difficulties in our relationship, talking things over, baring our souls to one another. He said, "You're my best friend, you're my true blue," then he leaned over and kissed his dog on the top of her head and said, "Aren't you Cassie, you're my girl, yes you are!" Yeah, I had to end that one, too.
Then you've got your not only is the glass is half-empty but it's filled with toxic by-products, a rotting goldfish, some unidentifiable floating crap (oh my God is that phlegm?) and somebody with bird-flu probably peed in it and if we drink this shit we will surely die, but since we're dying of thirst (because of global fucking warming) and we're locked in this concentration camp (because of George fucking Bush) we have to drink this water anyway and therefore we are fucked no matter what people.
I'm actually feeling a bit better. I've been listening to The Gay Fun Show and now I want to form a support group called, "Hags Without Fags." We'll sit in the basement of the community center, chain-smoking, drinking stale coffee from styrofoam cups and bitching about how nobody ever takes us dancing. Maybe one day some lonely gay men will form a "Fags Without Hags" group and a Christmas miracle will bring us together! Oh the gay times we'll have then!
An old boyfriend used to grind his teeth at me and snarl, "Please don't end your sentences with prepositions!" So I told him to, "Fuck off."
This other time, I was sitting on a couch with a boyfriend and his dog. We were working through some difficulties in our relationship, talking things over, baring our souls to one another. He said, "You're my best friend, you're my true blue," then he leaned over and kissed his dog on the top of her head and said, "Aren't you Cassie, you're my girl, yes you are!" Yeah, I had to end that one, too.
