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Birth control may be free under new health care law

"Heck if this law prevents more little monsters from being born by taking away the excuse as to why a girl had a baby instead of taking the pill then I'm all for it. Something has to be done with the rise in teenage pregnancy. Paying for girls to take the pill is cheaper then paying for these girls to go on welfare and wasting more taxpayers money because she couldn't say no.

Have taxpayers pay for her getting the pill so that we don't have to pay for her little brats later on. "

- Hermione

I laughed my ass off.

Misassociation disproportions individuality.

it's interesting how people allow the quantity of participants in their social atmospheres to dictate who they are
and the quality of interactions they have with others.
am i the better person if i were to continue to give the gift of friendship, companionship?
or am i similarly petty if i withdrew from honest contact and obstructed the path of growth?

My intellect and radiating love never ceases to be be amazed
nor subdued
by how empty minded, self-centered, and sufficiently plastic a person--rather than being an individual--can be.

when does eagerness and volunteered comfort and guidance
become desperation and idiocy?

how is it so difficult a task to feel comfortable underneath your skin?
how is it so sure, bold, and certain that following another's false trail is the definition of your individuality?

when unaccompanied, you are alone and unsure of your surroundings.
you behave so inattentively and stationary.
so lost.

and it is then that i turn around and question myself for wasting such an association.

I'm so fucking sick of

being people's last resort.

they have me going, thinking we're all friends and true and shit.

but when other people come along, I get dismissed.

No wonder I continue to be disheartened in life.

Because apparently, my soul is oh so expendable.

thank you, world, for enlightening me of my true purpose.

fuck.

you know WHAT.
fuck everybody.
because the reason why i am incapable of keeping a consistent string of a million friends
like everyone else,
is because i can't conform who i am.

i am me, legitimately and consistently, plain me.

Oh, material girl!

Got the nails redid, I decided to splurge and go to the salon. I also decided to be a rebel and try a bright color. "Grape Fit!" by O.P.I. ($10). People kept commenting on how they thought my nails were fake. Nope, they're all real! I guess my nails have the "ideal shape"? Wtf, they don't even look that long.

Was at Ross Discount store last weekend with my friend Bhre and I spent 2 hours staring at these pair of BCGB Maxazria heels on the clearance rack for $19.99. So I said fine, and walked around the store holding them. Then the clerk said since there was a rip in the shoe (hardly noticeable), he gave me an additional 15% off. I guess I would have to say $17 is a great steal for designer shoes.

Total expenditure after tax + tips: $32.

Might be bottling up again, but it's how I feel fresh.

Today, I look like this:

Negative: Never would have thought that the person behind that smile
is having the worst, emotional last few days huh?

Positive: Bought my first SF State sweatshirt. Cheapest goes for $45,
was on sale for $19.95 and used my $25 bookstore gift card.
Thus, I spent nothing. The year wait was worth it.

Maybe: Considering getting Twitter so I may Tweet from my phone
all my negative, sarcastic, racist, insane in-the-moment thoughts.

It's all

over, nothing. Zip. I'm crushed. I can hardly open my eyes. My ears are no longer receptive. My thoughts are no longer insightful. My hopes are hardly trusting.

Don't trust them, kafirs.

wtf entry.

My 2cents at 3pm

Good morning, October