Well, I've always loved Canada. At least there I'll be safe from the Bush regime and have healthcare more available to me and not be as likely to die from a gunshot wound. Oh, and it's beautiful.

So, who wants to go with me? Leaving I guess in July.

On the first day God created the dog. God said, "Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. I will give you a life span of twenty years ( Read more... )

We went to Diversions last night, a club in Grand Rapids. I ended up miserable, hiding my tears, just wanting to leave. I don't belong at places like that. I hate the loud music, pounding bass, and crowds of people. I'd more enjoy being at home, maybe having a few friends over, drinking and playing cards. Words cannot describe how I felt last ( Read more... )

I was fragile. I got broken, again.

How many days will it take to fix me this time?

Fuck.

Words! Words! Words! I'm so sick of words ( Read more... )

I can't fight anymore. All I do is lie in bed staring out at the scary world beyond my comforter. They call it that for a reason, you know. I don't know what to do.

I'm dead.

Dave asked me to marry him on Saturday ( Read more... )

I know now why I don't have friends... why I have made very few since the start of college ( Read more... )

Dave asked me a question tonight.

And here's the answer.

I am basing my voting choice on the person who agrees with my personal political views on abortion and stem cell research.

I like you ( Read more... )