11-1-04 - 8:18 p.m. i'm filling out a loan application for you see yes it is yes it is time for the one the only and the me to get a new car perhaps used perhaps dare i dare we even dare we say a new car. listen, i'm growing up: soon, i'll move in with a girl. a real, live, girl who isn't a room mate. she's, you know, with me. i'll be living in sin. i'm establishing credit. hee. living in sin. but protected sin! which isn't so bad. and, if bush gets reelected, there's a good chance of us just up and relocating to canada. or denmark (she loves it there). oh, she goes to this really christian school. her room mates are really christian, really republican, and really... completely unbelievable. one of them said, the other day, "only homosexuals vote for kerry." and amy told me this later, and i really really wanted to get her on the phone and say "well, you know, my parents have already voted for kerry, and they still have frequent martial relations. poor, confused homos." but amy wouldn't let me go off on her. because she's still got to live with her, or some silly nonsense like that. how can you make such unfounded, stupid statements like that? it's like me saying only rich assholes vote for bush. if you're going to make blanket statements, or hell, if you're going to make political statements at all, make sure they're founded in some truth. oh, and this girl? she forgot to vote and now she can't. because she's away from home. way to be a winner. i'm bitter because i'm hungry. so i'm eating. now. punk! previous - next