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I am a 24 year old, half Italian(-American) girl. Moderately liberal because I would never deny someone something that increases their happiness as long as it doesn’t hurt someone else. Big proponent of science over religion because I prefer logic to faith and because I believe that being without religion does not mean that you go without a moral compass. My biggest pet peeve is the obvious lack of consequences for some people who do horrible things and get away with it, like people who bully or drive erratically on the highway but honk at you like you are the problem. This stems back to my non-religious mindset because I don’t believe there is some omnipotent judge just waiting for these people to die so they can get their just deserves. These people just keep doing what they want and get whatever they want at the expense of others and this, above all else, is what really burns my buns.

These beliefs are what help me sleep at night. Knowing that my stance in the world would never allow for anyone to consider me ridiculous or outrageous. The people who represent my ideals are well-spoken and eloquent. Their protest signs are spelled correctly and their points are based in logic and sound economics and good will towards their fellow man. Occasionally poking fun at those we consider ridiculous and outrageous, because to take them seriously would surely drive me insane. Because watching them on television forcing their fear mongering down the collective throat of the rest of the country is so awful and heartbreaking that the only way to deal with it on a daily basis is to laugh it off. Surely anyone with a brain wouldn’t buy into it. I am constantly surprised by how many people do.

In my personal life, I am a 50/50 split of traditionalism and modern beliefs. I want to get married and be a stay-at-home mother one day and do all the “womanly” crafts that were so common in the days of yore. I also think that those roles can be achieved by anyone regardless of gender or sexual orientation. I wouldn’t hesitate to let my children play with or go to the home of a child who had homosexual parents. In fact, their house is probably a cleaner, safer place to play than my own.

I am not interested in having long, drawn out conversations about politics or religion. In my training in the beauty industry I was taught that these are not polite topics of conversation, and I stand by that system. I will often state my opinion about a topic, but merely to have it stated, not to hear your response. I realize this is the adult equivalent to walking up on the stage and saying “I have yellow hair!” with no provocation. I am okay with this. Participating in “debate” is what I consider one of the biggest wastes of my time. I would rather get my finger caught in a door that waste minutes I will never get back. No one is going to change the way I look at the world, and I in no way seek to change anyone else’s, so I leave it at that.

Its that time of month again. No, Aunt Flo isnt in town. Its time to write checks. Like checks to ex boyfriends who you owe money to. I hate writing this check most of all. Not because he is a jerk or anything like that (although, lately, maybe he is, I wouldnt know), but becaues I am forced, yet again, to think about him and the reason why I am writing these stupid checks.

I hate owing people money, period. The guilt I feel is never worth whatever it is that I acquired through the loan. In this instance, it was a car, and it was bought for the sake of BOTH of our sanity. He had a car, I didnt, and he didnt want to drive me around anymore. Did I ask him to buy me a car? No, he offered. Did I accept, yes, unfortunately I did. And now I am paying for it, literally.

Just to clarify, we didnt break up because I owed him a moderate amount of money. We broke up because we were living together in a farce of a relationship with no passion or common interests. Literally, we had no interests in common. In fact, his interests pissed me off. I dont want to say anything negative on the topic. I dont want to think about the topic at all, but here I am, making out a check (so that I can prove in a court of law that I paid him if the need ever arose) and I have to mail it because we arent on speaking terms. THATS what burns my buns. Cant we be adult and accept the fact that it wasnt going to work out? Apparently not.

I am angry and in debt which makes me more angry. Its too bad I dont have any anthrax to sprinkle into this envelope, and I would never have to have a day like this again.

Recently I have been trying to reach out and listen to music perhaps I would not normally.

1. Lady Gaga - her music is catchy (i guess?) but I think her style is completely over-hyped and frankly I am tired of hearing about her. That means you, Perez Hilton. Obsess over someone less obnoxious please.

2. M.I.A. - That one song from Slumdog Millionaire is okay, but the rest of her stuff is unintelligible and I dont like the beats much. Thinking maybe she should concentrate on taking care of her new baby instead of doing something foolish like making more music.

3. Jack’s Mannequin - Nothing of note to report. It was a pleasant but unmemorable experience.

4. Lindsay Lohan - this was done out of morbid curiosity. Its your average, run of the mill, studio pop music. Auto-tune and everything. While I wish her well in her endeavors, I am thinking this will not be her most successful one.

You should really give people a heads up when you are having a social or mental breakdown resulting in the deletion of a social media profile. Like a countdown or a one-time update, ‘hey guys its nothing you did, but I don’t want to be here anymore’ kind of thing.

Your close and not so close friends will thank you for it. Also, they wont be left wondering if you ONLY deleted them from your friends list, or if you deleted your entire profile.

Yet another reason why the internet makes social life hell. I cant wait to not use it all day every day anymore, but I fear that day will never happen.

Ok, to those of you who live under a rock (that somehow has internet access - great rock!), the healthcare reform just passed in the house with a majority vote and its been a LONG time coming.

Personally I didnt follow a lot of it until recently but have been innundated with republican sympathizing comments and emails since it has been passed and its really making me angry. I will tell you why. It isnt because it is Republican vs. Democrat (at all - I dont subscribe to any political party). What bothers me is the ignorance and outright FEAR MONGERING that is going on. Long drawn out emails about the corruption of the political system and how much better life was back in the 60’s when politicians were still good hearted and honest. Its BULLSHIT.

Never in any of these comments does anyone address an actual ISSUE with the healthcare reform. They are upset that Obama has the power to implement his big ideas. That is what being the President is about, and you are clearly kidding yourself if you think that there was a point in history where the President wasnt power-hungry to a certain extent. Thats how you get to be president.

If you wanted to come to me and state in clear and defined terms the issue that you take with certain aspects of the health care reform, I am happy to listen. We can discuss the pro’s and con’s of such a reform, and how it affects you, your family, or the billions of people you dont know that dont have anything in common with you. Don’t send your propaganda to me. Dont start name-calling on my Facebook wall. How old are you?

But let me say this: If you are an adult, in a family, and you cannot afford health care, then this reform was clearly MADE FOR YOU and you look like an ungrateful brat for being so upset at its passing. The reform ensures your insurance company wont drop you from your insurance when you come down with an illness that costs more than your yearly insurance allowance. It ensures that your rates will not be raised unreasonably. It ensures that your deadbeat son who is still living in your house at 25 can still be covered under your insurance. I dont know what the fuck you are so upset about. It ensures that the insurance companies are required to cover you for pre-existing conditions which are impossible to determine. I have been diagnosed under my current health insurance and had the insurance company deny me because they considered it a “pre-existing condition”!  I spent well over two hours on the phone with my insurance company just this morning trying to get money out of them that they owe me. Insurance companies and pharmacuetical companies are the ONLY ONES who benefit from the old system. Dont kid yourself by pretending you were fine with the way things were. If you depend on government run health care systems currently, you should be thanking your lucky stars and kissing Obama’s stinky feet (the man is on his feet all day, I bet they reek).

On that note, I leave you. Either half-heartedly agreeing with me, or shaking your head in temporary rage. How dare someone as young as myself have an opinion that differs from yours! Thats not how things were done when I WAS YOUNG. I did what I was told and I LIKE IT.

Well, that’s nice.

I want to know your plans and how involved in them I am. When you leave for good will I be forgiven? And If you want roses you can go buy a bouquet. If that just won’t cut it, well what can I say?

You’re what keeps me believing the world’s not gone dead, strength in my bones put the words in my head. When they pour out to paper, it’s all for you. ‘Cause that’s what you do. That’s what you do.

I want to know your fears, from your feet to the back of your ears, and when they raise the landing gear will your heart stay here? If you could forgive me for being so brash, well you… you could hit me or whip me, I’d savor each lash.

No more fighting. This is only a waste of our time ‘cause soon we’ll be leaving. Will this strength still be mine? I’ll look out for you ‘til I die, ‘til I rot. I’ll remember you ‘til I die, until I rot.

You’re what keeps me believing the world’s not gone dead, strength in my bones put the words in my head. When they pour out to paper, it’s all for you. ‘Cause that’s what you do.

I miss the days when you broke up with someone and just never had to see them again. Ah, those were the beautiful good old days.

The internet is seriously fucking up this process for me. And when I have kids they are limited to how much time they are allowed to spend on the internet in order to curb the emotional damage that gets done when you live and date in relation to the internet.

Facebook, seriously, I spend way too much time on you. And I cant delete him off of my friends list without feeling like I am hurting someone’s feelings, but do I really need to keep reading his vague and slightly-emo status updates forever and ever? I dont know what he is referring to and so of course I just assume its my fault. That’s how it goes.

Clearly this is really pissing me off today. I cant find anything funny to say about it and my coffee hasnt kicked in yet anyway. Maybe that is a good thing. Water makes me exponentially less rage-y. This is something that a kitty-puppy snuggle cannot solve cause they are fighting like cats and dogs, ironically.