What am I

There's the part I should teel you that I do not need to be saved anymore. Bullshit. I'm still lost, but I don't hate you anymore.

Friday, January 17, 2003

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WICHITA, Kansas, January 14, 2003 (LifeSiteNews.com) - Notorious abortionist George Tiller plans on giving free abortions in celebration of the 30th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, the landmark ruling that decriminalized abortion on demand. But the anti-abortion group Operation Rescue West says, no abortion is free.

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oooh local news.  I'd best not comment.

instead requires senders to register before they can send you email. This process is completely automatic and you are not disturbed until somebody actually submits a registration request.

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That's the ticket.  webform email registration requests.  like MLW dating form.  kdefininetly need to get me one of those.

I do not want to receive three hundred e-mail messages per week from strangers wanting to communicate with me. If only because I'd be tempted to open them all and look at them. And there goes, you know, half the time that I have to write. I mean, the amount of physical mail and other communications I get these days is already swamping me.

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Sheesh, what a lame-ass.  Give the internet to the poorest, those who don't want it, then shun them.

Sterling and I appalled everyone by arguing that yes, this is a great idea, but this sort of technology had to immediately go to only to the poorest and most disadvantaged there is. They had to be taken into the ghetto schools.

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I do not think an enormous permanent underclass is a very good thing to have if you're attempting to operate something that at least pretends sometimes to be a democracy.

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there's likely to be one in spite of best efforts on macro levels.   best thing would be to "war" against violence, and pester V's sources. 

I suspect I have spent just about exactly as much time actually writing as the average person my age has spent watching television, and that, as much as anything, may be the real secret here.

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Yeah, it is the secret.  I promise I'll do better, but it's the playoffs, man.  The freaks are out in Oakland.  fantastic games. J E T S jest just jets.  But I'm doing this concurrently, which I've been able to accomplish alright.

Today I am of the opinion, experientially, that the supposedly visionary aspects of any drug experience, regardless of how marvelous-seeming at the time (or how cocktail-lounge banal) represent no more than a tweaking of incoming stimuli. �??But you�??re drowning in the waters the mystics walked on,�?� said a saddened theologian to Leary and Alpert, early on, when they had explained the import of Dr. Hoffman�??s benison. When I first read that, I assumed that this guy was just some sour-faced killjoy. In long retrospect, now, I think he may actually have been trying to tell them something.

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Mr. Gibson has a weblog of sorts.  Seems like a new-year's resolution of some sort.

alright, too much fun.  It's off the hook.

 

Oh gosh, he was all singing a Barbie commercial. It was great. He told me that he was watching Jimmy Neutron when he called. Haha! Cute. Then I told him that me and Heather were talking.

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I feel like I'm feeling sorry for myself or something...I'm so pathetic. I just need to express my feelings, even if they are selfish. Next to my cat, this is the only place I feel comfortable expressing myself. No friends around here, and I'm sure the internet friends that I do have get sick of me and my problems so I try to be minimal but it's hard...which by the way I'm losing tons of them too. That's probably why. But anyhow lookie lookie, feeling sorry again. No one is online, I should just watch T.V., Probably find some depressing show and eat cupcakes, sounds like a plan...emotionally eating yay. Too bad I don't have any chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, that sounds really good right now, and usually makes me feel a bit better. Perhaps I can find some British humor on television, that usually lightens things up. Too bad my burned CD of sappy love songs has been left at my cousin's house. It would be comforting right now, and how sad this may seem, I'm too lazy to open Grokster. Some little orange things always pop up and then I get a million other boxes after that...I hate fighting with the fuckers. Anyhow, I'm physically tired, but not exactly mentally. Like Derek said. I know I should go to sleep, but my mind won't let me resign to sleep.

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