The only thing I don’t understand is the underwear guy. Was he the one who hanged himself? If so, why is he alive after she’s born? The knight couldn’t have hanged himself. I guess there has to be another video.
This was my suspicion for a while, to explain the emotional roller coaster. I noticed it today, I was happy as could be, then I crashed into this deep depression. It’s because I have nobody to share it with. I’m happy, I’m on top of the world, and it lasts for a moment, then it wanes because I…
I’m sorry… I’m torn between wanting a mate very badly and loving the freedom of my own company.
The United States currently has troops in 140 countries around the world. We are actively involved in shooting wars in three countries, going on a decade now. We will spend nearly $700B on defense in 2010 — almost as much as the “generational theft” stimulus bill — and this doesn’t count the billions we spend on Homeland Security. And all for a single year of “defense.”
So Ann Coulter agrees with everything Ron Paul says, except for that trillion or so a year she wants to keep spending to maintain a US Empire. Or, put another way — Coulter and the neoconservatives that have taken over the Republican Party want Ron Paul’s pre-WWI, pre-Fed, pre-Social Security, pre-IRS federal government — to go with LBJ’s Great Society military.
This notion that you can have “small government” while maintaining a global empire and fighting a “Global War on Terror” is obviously nonsense, and even William F. Buckley recognized that.
My family is just full of talent. This is a composition written by my seventeen year old step-brother. I shot it on the 7D and used a Zoom H4n for the audio.
Ha. That reminds me when I was thinking about the Dyke march I went to ages ago and there were these Mormon dudes behind me. One of which had some beautiful blue eyes.
They were so pretty. Dudes were like, we’ll tell you about Mormonism. I hate having people in my apartment though, so we never did get to talk and mostly I would have just asked them about OSC or admired the fellow’s really nice eyes.
The other day, a few Mormon girls came knocking on my door while I waited for the UPS man. I invited them inside, mostly because I was lonely, and I let them sell me their religion for a while. At one point, one of the girls asked me about what fueled my distaste for organized religion and I couldn’t answer her on the spot. I mostly shrugged it off and they left unsuccessful in their attempts of converting me to Mormonism.
Today, I was taking photos of all the frozen things outside and I found this postcard on the floorboard of my car. I suppose, honestly, that’s my issue. You guys have Postcards — and they’re directed at the already weak.
My name is Cody. I took this photo of myself tonight. I’m lonely, but I’m optimistic. I want to change. I want to be a better person. I want to wake up and crawl out of my cocoon. I want to fly away, but I want to appreciate my roots. I want to have roots.
Hi. My name is Cody. I took this photo of myself tonight.