That $25,000 dollars might as well be 25 gazillion dollars. Bah. *cries*

Terri's tube, morals, lies, and justice Op-Ed
By brettd
Fri Mar 25th, 2005 at 09:33:53 AM EST

FOR weeks, Terri Schiavo has been featured prominently in local, regional and national news.

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I wonder what would make a stupid person, after having already been told (several times) that you want NO more contact with them because they are being abusive, follow you from the community you left because of them and those like them to your personal journal to continue trying to push their views.

I guess I answered my own question! Ha! Because they are
S T U P I D !

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Anyone who knows me at all knows I have a very long fuse with a real slow burn. Today it ignited and fizzled out, leaving me explosively furious. I am indignant and filled with rage. I am BLOODTHIRSTY.

What has caused this? My neighbor, our *supposed* friend, our mechanic, STOLE OUR CAR!

He took the car yesterday morning to get it smogged. He called later to say he's had a flat tire and the spare was flat. BULLSHIT, because we have a donut for a spare which is solid rubber. No flats. He said he would fix the tire and bring home the car. *looking at my clock* He called much later last evening to say he had been unable to fix the tire and would fix it first thing in the morning and bring back the car. He claimed it was parked on the main street, near a motel. Hmmmm...how convenient to have a flat outside a motel.

He called this morning to say he had fixed both tires (I was dying to see how he fixed that donut spare) and said he would drop it off on his lunch hour.

It is now 11:40 PM my time, and we have just had the police here to report the car stolen. What sort of person steals a car from a disabled woman? What sort of heart can a person like that have.

I wish that Lady Karma deals harshly with this person with no conscience. His name is Raul Flores Rodriguez. If you should have the misfortune to meet him, or already know him, do not let him take your car.

I have several points for which I need some clarification. I have always been attracted to butches. Why? *shrug* I dunno, I guess because they are so biteable. Anyway, tonite Casey and I had this ridiculous (to me) conversation about going out for the evening, maybe hit some of the gay bars.

Going out sounded like fun. Hitting the gay bars sounded like fun, especially in the light of all the latest things happening with same-sex marriage, etc. So...no problem, right? WRONG!

Ok, call me anal, but I am a femmie girl...all the way, dress, makeup and jewelery kinda femmie girl. So Casey looks at me (at 9:45 PM) and says "So, let's get ready and go out then." I looked at the clock and mentioned that by the time I could get ready, it would be too late to go out. Casey looked at me as though I had grown a second head and replied "But all you gotta do is throw on a pair of pants and a shirt!"

I gasped. I held my breath. I said "Oh FOR GOD'S SAKE!" I asked Casey if I looked like a butch? Casey has ALWAYS (except once) dated femmes. ALWAYS. What on earth could have affected this person's brain that would put in the idea that I could get a shower, makeup, nylons, clothes that match and boots in a 15 minute time period????

I am fairly certain that Casey has reached that place in the Butch Manual that is titled "How to drive your femme crazy." or "Wanna watch her go whizzo?" I mean it. I need that freakin' book. N O W

FREEDOM FOR ALL!







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I have a friend who sent me an IM on AOL while I was busily sleeping with my away message up. This friend, who shall remain nameless for the moment, mentioned getting high a lot lately. I'm not sure why, but I can tell you this my friend, getting high will get you exactly NOWHERE. Stop it! Don't make me get on a plane (I hate flying) just to come out there and kick your ass. If I have to go that far, you are gonna get your ass kicked 1. for trying to solve your problems with getting high, and 2. for making me drag my ass up onto a plane and risk my life and limb from terrorists and airplane food, just to straighten you out.

If you want or need to talk, you know I am here. If you want only to have someone else hear that you are hurting, I hear you. You can not solve anything when your mind is fuzzed by drugs or alcohol. I know this from experience.