Rush Limbaugh, on drugs, 1995:
"What this says to me is that too many whites are getting away with drug use. Too many whites are getting away with drug sales. Too many whites are getting away with trafficking in this stuff. The answer to this disparity is not to start letting people out of jail because we're not putting others in jail who are breaking the law. The answer is to go out and find the ones who are getting away with it, convict them and send them up the river, too."
Ah, the rain.
Is there anything finer?
Basically, by a good measure my most interesting experience today, was I was looking out the window, and it was raining outside.
Fucking love the rain, it's so comforting to me, so nice.
But so, I'm standing there looking out at it, and I was thinking you know, one of the nice things about modern society is that you can get wet and cold, and be able to swiftly dry off and warm up...
I fucking love the rain, and here I am inside doing nothing, watching it.
First, quickly, a few things.
I don't know why, but CAG is ignoring me. Sort of like, seeming to observe from a distance, but avoiding talking to me. Whatever, I guess...
Uh, fuck fuck fuck, not much else.
Got 2 new coffee mugs for my birthday, as well as a gift card to Starbucks. See, I like Starbucks, it's just so motherfucking expensive, I can't get too used to it, or it'll rape me.
Well well, it r mah birfdai.
I can legally fuck anyone now, I guess.
Except anyone even a day younger than me now, I guess...
Anyway, I had a litany of topics I wanted to talk about, now it'll be just as many as I can remember.
It kinda sucks, it seems like Western Society, mostly from Christianity, has had some weird taboo on sex for a long time, and it's weird.
Like, why wouldn't they have anything against fat people?
I mean, food and sex, both necessary for our survival, but overindulging in food will kill you while overindulging in sex won't, it'll feel great.
So fucking tired.
And Shelby, I'm sorry. You never really know what to say in these situations...
Just wanted you to know I love you, you're fucking awesome.
In other news...
Today, I swear, I swear, CAG, took a slightly unnecessary and inconvenient route to brush by me, I swear.
Fuck me, I'm obsessing.
Stop it. I feel like Kreacher now or something, I just wanna start beating myself.
It seems as if in all of our lives there's involved a rather odd little man we're unaware of.
His name is the Great Debt Collector, and he doesn't deal in money, he deals in life.
He's a rather odd debt collector, as well as a rather cruel one quite often.
The problem is, he makes all sorts of debts to people without telling them that they are indeed debts.
From what I've seen, this is pretty sad. From what I know about the case, Dharun is certainly quite a bit of a dick, and I doubt I'd like the guy, but I don't think 10 years in prison is exactly the thing for him...
That's pretty harsh.
I can't know, but I think Tyler Clementi was just a bit of an eccentric kid who committed suicide for private reasons.
I think part of the problem with being a teenager is that you're growing up and changing too fast...
Like it seems like I know, I understand so many more things than I did just a year, six months ago. When I look back at my previous journals, it always happens where I totally hate the me from 2 years ago, and still kinda dislike the me from even a few fucking months ago.
I mean, just fucking months ago, I dislike myself.
Relationships last just months or weeks. Not that I've had too many of those to deal with.
Oh fuck me. I haven't watched any of the current season of Survivor until now, but then I decided I would...
And I fucking hate nearly everyone on the show. I mean, the entire tribe of girls is composed of almost exclusively bitches, I hate almost all of them, maybe one I found standable.
And in the guys, I really liked that guy Bill, but that fucking bitch Colton, just Gawd.
I mean, he's so obviously so discriminatory, and such a fucking dickwipe, I haven't found one thing I like about him.
So so so, just got back from an orchestra trip.
How was it, you say?
Meh. Okay. It's a really weird trip, as timeline goes.
We left after school on Friday, drove all the way down to Oregon, stopping for dinner, then went to the hotel, spent the night there, then got up in the morning, went to this orchestra competition thing for most of the day, then left after dinner for home, got here about 1:30 AM, this morning, I guess...
And orchestra's fine, you know, I have nothing against string music.
I just realized that...
My last baby tooth is finally loose. And getting looser and looser.
I don't know why I've kept it so freakishly long... But I've decided I'm going to do my absolute best to try to keep it in my head until my birthday in 2 and a half weeks, just so I can say I still had it at my 16th birthday...
My God, I just realized, isn't Hitler like the man most associated with one thing, more than anyone else ever?
Fucking brilliant. Probably my favorite Barrett tune there ever was, that and Jugband Blues...