The Glass is Half Full Friend:
�Is it just me, or is anyone else thinking of �Hey, I�m alive, sex?��
The Glass is Half Empty Me:
�I was thinking more along the lines of �The fucking end of the world is coming, so what the hell do I care sex,� but at this point I don�t see much difference.� *
At which level is your glass?
*please let it be known that any crappy half-assed-indulgence at writing I may attempt from now is in no way a reflection upon the fucking crappy way I have been feeling this week which I do not pretend is in any way, shape or form anywhere near as bad as the people who have been directly affected by this great tragedy. Nor is it representative of any �forgetfullness� or �return to normalcy� on my part as this great tragedy and it's repercussions are constantly, obsessively and compulsively on the forefront of my mind. Nor is it to reflect upon most of my political views that I choose not to address in this forum as to avoid being labled any of the handy terms being thrown around these days. I�ll make my stand, but not here, thanks. But considering I�ve felt much like a waffling moron the past few days, that could change, too. much love, ann-frank.