A mind is a terrible thing...

Poor President Bush, he thought he was paying his respects to the dearly departed Elvis. Why is everybody so upset? Doesn't everyone love the King?


But seriously folks...I have a rant about the Shrub bubbling up. Wait for it, maybe a day or two. If I rant to soon the acid seeps through my fingertips and I lose another keyboard. I would spit acid like a snake, but I am cursed with the weakness of spitting like a 7 year old girl. It's really a sad sight to behold.

Low Class

Ok, at the risk of losing what little respect I may have accidentally earned I proclaim the following opinion.
The transsexual pizza commercial is funny! If your opinion differs with mine, that's expected. If you are insulted by that commercial, I understand. Now lighten up and laugh a little. You have to be able to laugh at your predicament once in a while.

Good. You know your music. You should be able to
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what the?

Is there such a thing as a tranny-faire godmother or is that redundant? If I put my penis under my pillow will s/he give me girl parts when I'm sleeping?

HA! (-;

Dreams

A year and 4 months ago I put my long hair calico Tara to sleep. Last night I dreamed I picked her up from the animal hospital and she was fine. When we came home I put her down on the carpet and she walked me to our bedroom. She hopped up on the bed and meowed her "I want to take a nap" sound at me. I laid down and she wedged herself into my side laying parallel next to me. She nuzzled her head into my hand and let out one of her sigh-purrs. Her contentment was infectious as I drifted off to sleep. I rested feeling the sleep of the just...

...and then I woke up in tears.

godamnit.

Tar Pit

I have been in a mood all day. My feelings, good, bad and ugly are mixed up right now. Looking at my personal history this is a huge change from my pre HRT life. My emotions are so much more complex and 3 dimensional than ever before. If a male friend asked me "what's wrong?" I would have to answer with a cliche female answer "I don't know." By his perspective something would obviously be wrong and me not having the answer would unnerve any of my 2D male friends. Maybe this is why I have felt more distance between me and my male friends. What an odd sensation it is losing a familiar perspective and watching it drift away into fog. I reluctantly confess that lately I have been self isolating because of this problem. My old male ways of sorting, categorizing and storing my experiences has become antiquated and inefficient. Now I have to learn how to sort things out by mood too? What does that even mean? *ack*