shakes head in sorrow

I just had some­one here at work ask me who I was going to vote for. They want­ed to know who I could vote for since I’m a “god­less Pagan” and both the can­di­dates – accord­ing to this per­son – want “my kind” removed from the coun­try.

I’m not sure if I should laugh in con­tempt or cry in despair at the stu­pid­i­ty of some peo­ple.


Noth­ing like being stuck at home with an unex­pect­ed sinus con­di­tion to spawn some seri­ous intro­spec­tion.  I have reached an unpleas­ant con­clu­sion about my life:  it bites.  I am real­ly tired of being alone.  I just want to be able to share my life with some­one.  I don’t think that’s too much to ask, you see it all around.  I don’t know why I can’t be one of those peo­ple who has some­one in his life to be there for him and to be there for. 

Of course, much of this self-pity-fest is due to the fact that I get rather pathet­ic and maudlin when I get sick.