January 21st, 2006

llamas are love

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I woke up this morning from a blissful sleep to a mouthful of blood. I'm that cool.

Am really pissed off at this article. Who the FUCK do these women think they are? Seriously. Equal treatment isn't special treatment. If same sex parents want equal treatment, they shouldn't be flaunting their status at a White House family event by wearing shirts saying they are gay and proud. Unity isn't reached when part of the population thinks they have to define themselves by a certain label.

...I'm just so disgusted by people (both homo and hetero) who think equal rights are special rights. They aren't. Live your fucking life and don't make a big deal about it.

On a semi related note, saw "Brokeback Mountain." It's one of those movies that wasn't really depressing to me (well, for less than a minute) but that just kind of stuck with me for a few days and made me think about stuff.

Am in the Land of Port hanging out with my boy. We went to see an Omsi planetarium thing (narrated by Harrison Ford, nonetheless) about life on other planets and it left me with that butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach for the rest of the afternoon (was it the giddyness at the prospect of Harrison Ford proposing life on other planets? Or was it the fuzzy good feeling I get from crying on Andy's shoulder and him telling me that it'll be alright.) "But it's the same thing every time, I just feel like a big blob. It's always the same problem." *pouty crying* "Oh you're not a big blob, of course it's the same blood thing. I'd be worried if it were something different." And that's why I love him.