five thousand shades of blue
Wednesday, December 13, 2000
So I've been thirty a month. Time for a little reflection. Thirty hasn't been much different -- just a subtle shift in mindset, I think. Problems are still problems, good times are still good times, but being thirty means no more screwing around. Thirty means serious-ass adulthood. Responsibility. It's the kind of thing that makes you look at your earlier life wistfully and nostalgically -- but conveniently forgetting all of the crap you have to deal with when you're young.
So it looks like we're going to have another Bush as president. All I'll say is... he better not f**k up, because he is going to be under intense,
intense scrutiny. Not just by about half of this country, but by the world. They already think we're a nation of screw-ups for having an election that rivals a third world country's. We'll talk in four years, and, if my personal freedoms have in anyway been restricted, I'll be ready to kick some butt.
No. I'm going to, here and now, raise a call for a FEMALE PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE in 2004. Isn't about freaking time??
is
this just not enough…?
