People Need to Get the *#%$ Over Themselves.

Seriously. Grow. The. Fuck. Up.

Saying you won't come to your sister-in-law's wedding unless you are in the wedding party (i.e., bridesmaid, etc) is just downright childish. Stop being so selfish and grow a figurative pair.

Also, when approaching a construction zone in which traffic is reduced to one lane, is it REALLY going to make a difference if you get one car ahead before getting into the lane? Everyone is going to have to go <45, it's not like you can speed when there is traffic backed up all the way over the damn hill. So really, trying to squeeze in (or cut people off) at the last minute because you were too much of a dumbass to get over in the last several hundred yards (after the sign warned you to) just makes you look like a fucking retarded cunt.

Yes, I adopted the mouth of a sailor today.

/End rant.

Things I saw in Arkansas

21 dead armadillos

Lots of rivers, mountains, and canoes

4 straw hats

3 shirtless drivers

2 car accidents

1 Lady scraping plaque off her few remaining teeth

A man dragging a 6 foot cross down the highway.

And a confederate flag.

Green eyes, bright smile, beautiful laugh and warm bear hugs--

I miss you.

I am just a stray, free to good home.

I stand in the middle of some stupid street with some stupid name
I see all the people talking on their cell phones and they all look the same
I find myself judging them three at a time
Then I start to shake
For I am as ugly and as useless as I am fake
My Skin is a costume
it does not feel like mine
Fear and coercion
trickling down my spine
I am dying slowly
but I am just fine

A very poorly written french story.

Il était une fois quand le mariage n'était pas d'amour, mais une alliance arrangé.

Henri avait un mariage comme ça. Il était l'héritier d'un roi puissant. Le roi avait une maladie, et quand la reine avait appris que le roi va mourir, elle a arrangé le mariage d'Henri et de Marie. Marie était la fille d'un autre ligne puissant, mais elle n'était pas jolie, et Henri n'a pu pas tombé amoureux de Marie.
Il avait un autre amour: Isabelle - une très belle fille qui était une paysanne pauvre. Les deux avaient un amour secrete. Quand Henri et Isabelle sont ensemble, il pâlit et son coeur tressaille. L'amour était belle et parfait, mais quand la reine a appris des affaires, elle était fachée. Elle avait peur que l'amour d'Henri et Isabelle [ruinera] la mariage avec Marie. Un jour, elle empoisonne la vin de la belle fille, mais au cause d'une faute, Henri a reçu le poison, et il est mort.
Isabelle, sans Henri, perd la couleur, et elle est morte aussi.

Don't judge. I wrote it one day in class while discussing french literature. It's a horrible story, with horrible french. So. yeah.