“This year, I will work with Congress and our military to finally repeal the law that denies gay Americans the right to serve the country they love because of who they are. It’s the right thing to do.”—
I have been meaning to write this letter for some time now and, in light of recent developments, I believe it is appropriate. The points I plan to make in this letter will sound tediously familiar to everyone who wants to protect our peace, privacy, and safety. Nevertheless, I need your help if I’m ever to admonish Publix not seven times, but seventy times seven. “But I’m only one person,” you might protest. “What difference can I make?” The answer is: a lot more than you think. You see, Publix insists that some people deserve to feel safe while others do not. That lie is a transparent and strained effort to keep us from noticing that it writes a lot of long statements that mean practically nothing. What’s sneaky is that Publix constructs those statements in such a way that it never occurs to its readers to analyze them. Analysis would almost certainly indicate that most people react to Publix’s haughty slogans as they would to having a pile of steaming pig manure dumped on their doorstep. Even when they can cope, they resent having to do so. Speaking of resentment, Publix is not as disruptive or ignominious as you might think. It’s more so. In closing, please remember that my ultimate goal is to criticize Publix’s stratagems publicly for their formalistic categories, their spurious claims of neutrality, and their blindness to the abuse of private power. If I advance, follow me. If I stop, urge me on. If I retreat, kill me.
I love knowing I’m a cutie pie, but hate having to be worried about accepting this and being conceded. I haven’t ever met a truly confident person that i don’t think is cocky, and that being my own fault for being a retard. There is a difference between cocky and being self assured. It makes me so sad when someone says to another “you are great!” or “hey, your a pretta kid” and honestly the other person will disagree. This really is making me sound like and ignorante babbling fool. There is a point here.. just ask about it love.
So i guess instead of homework i shall go through my computer reminiscing, and posting on dis evil addictive hipster site..
I realize that i tend to only like one song or artist at a time, and at this very moment its ‘Body like a magazine, byz Countess of Persia’
I legit like dem, not just because the love of my life is in it, nono. Im gunna stab Jonathan if he doesn’t give me the Cd’s back, i would like to download it then have it on repeat for multiple hours, I’m beginning to learn the word.. but yo, the myspace version is what it seems, shortened.
I have an assignment due Monday, I had it planed out and ready to go when I left school on Friday approximately two weeks ago. Over brake I ascended to my grandmothers house for thanksgiving, thinking I might snag in a bit of work I brought the necessary papers along to get a jump start, what an f’ing ninfo move that was. Iv just spent the last few hours searching and fretting.. I have no idea where they could have gone. For all I know the city dump hobos and child sized rats are enjoying my comparison of Poe’s life layout sheet. What a funking great way to end the dredless weeks. Procrastination eats the ship out of my brain every time!!