To the Gas Companies:

I think you’re all a bunch of greedy assholes and I hope humanity chews you up and spits you out before flushing you down the proverbial toilet.

Some entertaining Gas Comics:
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Today on the way to work, I saw a big beautiful white-breasted red-tailed hawk perched on the steel chainlink fence by the Westminster Airport. My totem, a reminder not to forget who I am, even in foreign territory and situations.

First, I’d like to give my sincerest condolences to all of the people who have been affected by Hurricane Katrina. I myself have family and friends down there that I am concerned for, and I hope our government is able to pull together the efforts to help those familes put their lives back together.

On a side issue, this entire ordeal touches on a somewhat interesting topic that I’ve had strong feelings about for quite some time. Mainly people who knowingly put themselves in danger.

In the United States alone, we have earthquakes in California, we have hurricanes in Florida and New Orleans, and we have tornados in Oklahoma. Yet these places are some of our most heavily inhabited areas. I don’t understand why people choose to live in places that are not meant to be inhabited. Of course I could go on about environmental destruction as a whole, but I’ll refrain for now.

An article in the New York Times reads:

Although early travelers realized the irrationality of building a port on shifting mud in an area regularly ravaged by storms and disease, the opportunities to make money overrode all objections.

But what would corporate america do without the money and yearly flashing of womens breasts to sate our need for entertainment and bling over common sense and survival. Yet people are still blind to their own self-destruction. They put trust in Uncle Sam and the government that they are either doing what’s right, or we are too lazy to change it.

I’m really kinda sick of everyone relying on the government anyway. Maybe this is some feminist cockswinging bullshit, I don’t know. But I grow tired of the government saying when to go to war, how much to spend on gas, and which religion I should follow.

Speaking of religion. I’ve come to the realization that the two most violent religions out there, are Muslims, and Christians. And before you get all in a huff about how dare I stereotype you and your faith, for petes sake if you’re not one of the ones I’m talking, obviously I don’t mean you.

Muslims who kill in the name of God, and Christians who war and ‘assasinate’ for divine justice. Yet you claim that all of the smaller faiths like Buddhism and Paganism are evil.

I almost cried quite a few times today. Even now that I’m home, I don’t allow myself to. I’m so unbelievably frustrated with the car situation. And it’s such a small thing, I don’t know why I allow it to get to me so much. I think it goes beyond the issue with having a crappy vehicle and needing a new one.

I got turned down again for the 12k focus. 12 fucking k, and I can’t get financed. Why? “Insufficient Credit History.” Jesus christ. It’s not like I have BAD credit or anything. I don’t even know what to do at this point. Each time I’m turned down it almost feels like people telling me I’m not good enough. I’m low-class, or some other stupid shit that is just me overreacting because I’m so fucking pissed off.

I told my dad when I got home, he was livid. He’s going to go talk to the crazy rich uncle again, not that I think it will do any good.

I pay $70/week on gas, which is more than I would pay for a car payment ($200/month). I’d be SAVING money by buying a new car.

Whatever.

Had fun at the barbeque on Saturday, saw all my old highschool friends, played whiffle ball and bocce. It started to rain, but we kept on, so we were all soaked by dark time. I might try to post up some pictures later, but I doubt they’d be interesting to anyone but me. So weird to see us all growing up like we have. Everyone is getting married, getting houses, getting good jobs. And look at me, staying at home with dad to take care of him, and can’t even buy a new car, and I’m divorcing. Ah, life….

It’s just going to take me a little more time, that’s all. I’ll figure it out.

Labor day this weekend, haven’t really decided what I’m going to do. I have my sister for the weekend, so I may go up to Highland Farms for a burning man wannabe drumming thing. Really all I want to do is sleep.

Deirdre, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to make it to the Grove as much. I just can’t afford it at all. I put $40 in my bronco today and barely got over half a tank of gas.

Today was the first time I’ve been outside in a while, just before the sun comes up due to my early hours at work. The sun was laying just over the tips of the clouds, which made them look very heavenly. I was even fortunate to come across a rainbow on my drive to work.

There’s something about driving or being outside that early in the morning, when everything is still sleeping, and the world is just starting to wake-up.

Dad went to the new Wound Care Center today for the first time. They said it will take about 6-8 weeks to fully heal his leg. He’s also starting to lose feeling in the bottom of his feet, which tends to happen for diabetics. So he will have to keep track of any sores on the bottom of his feet, cause he won’t be able to feel them. They also said the circulation in his leg is actually pretty good, because the blood pressure on both ends is the same, which is always good. He’ll need to start taking a multi-vitamin, and watching his salt intake.

So a step in the right direction at least.

Went to get my hair cut and highlighted today. It was looking a little rough, and naturally always feels best right after going to the salon. I feel so girlie, but what’s so bad about that anyway. I’m still a tomboy, it’s not like I take the time to do all that girlie shit regularly. It’s weird sitting in there listening to all the old women go on and on about different gossip. Reminds me of that movie “Barber Shop” in a way, though that movie was hella boring.

One lady that works there, used to bring her dog into the vet when I worked there. He was a german shepherd mix that hated men, like would literally attack any man that walked near her. She brought him in on an emergency one night, while we had our only male doctor there as the emergency late night doctor (go figure). But anytime a male walked into the room, he’d try to attack them, so they had me try and talk to this woman and examine this dog. But anytime I got near the woman he would try to attack -me-. Luckily she had him on a muzzle.

The lady herself is the most tan person I have ever seen. Dark dark brown, bleached blonde hair, and it looks like she had very bad collagen done on her lips or something, cause they are all funky looking.

After the salon, my dad drove me up to the dealership to buy a car. We priced out a few, found the one I want in Philadelphia, and tomorrow morning they are going to run my credit for the new price and see how things work out. If approved, they’ll have it brought down from Philly and early next week I will have a brand new car. I’ll see if I can take pictures.

Been thinking that maybe in a year or two, I’d like to buy my dad a new car too, and get rid of the cadillac. It has a 402 in it and is just as much of a gas hog.

So maybe some good news tomorrow.

My friend Jake just called and asked “Guess what you’re doing tomorrow?” and invited me to a cookout, so it’ll be good to see my old friends.

Today I was driving down route 27 in Westminster on the way to work, and I saw a very dark old man with white hair, dressed in what looked like all white religious robes, the kind you see in Asia, with a wooden walking staff. I wanted to stop and talk to him, but I was already late for work. I wonder who he was? Where he was going?

Another crazy dream.

The setting was almost like a school, more specifically a school cafeteria. I was gaming with my friends Pip and Borlak, doing one of the many multi-player games we used to play late night. Though we were all three sitting at the same cafeteria table, but we never really ‘looked’ at each other, cause we were gaming.

For some reason we were making fun of the Pancake on Bunny image, and decided to do a “2 peaches on a crab” image instead. I have noooo clue why. So we got some dead crabs and peeled two layers of peaches and put it on the crab. As an addition to our amusement, we found two dead cockroaches which we added for flavor.

But apparently one of the cockroaches wasn’t dead, and it got angry that we were messing with it, so it started to fly around and bite people in the cafeteria. So we packed up all our shit and went outside, where there was an…..outside cafeteria and bar. And while we were walking outside, we looked at each other and realized we had never seen each other before. Borlak (Michael) and I said hello, and it was like saying hello to a complete stranger. So we all sat down at the bar and got a drink.

And then I woke up. What’s with all the strange animals trying to kill me?

I think there was another on before that about me dressing up in a white 70’s suit, and at some point running through the woods, but I can’t remember all the details of that one.