Friday, November 05, 2004


Spent the entire day--hell, week--wanting to curl up in a fetal position and die. The Guerrilla Girls are trying to cheer me up.

Trading the tedium of college for the adventure of the battlefield.
Enjoying global warming through the sunroof of your SUV.
Being assured adoption will be easier with contraception unavailable and abortion illegal.
Having more public housing options—behind bars.
Learning to "do-it-yourself" as our alien workforce is deported.
Being titillated by government agents penetrating your intimate data.
Basking in the glow of US world dominance in WMDs.
Not being confused by opposing views in the media.
Leaving something of significance to your children—the deficit.
Knowing your passionate gay sex life will not be dulled by the sanctity of marriage.
Getting a rush as yet another developing country is selected for liberation.
Not having to suffer through Evolutionary Biology—now we know God the Father created the Universe.
Feeling confident that your hard work as a Guerrilla Girl will be needed more than ever.

Print out your own copy; I've got one on my door. After all, it's just me and C. against the wanna-be nun across the way and the three Dubya bumper stickers down the hall. And I really really want this Dyketees shirt but I can only afford the button.

Nope, still feel shitty.

The situation with TeacherCrush is probably making everything just that much worse. It's exhausting. Three days a week I sit there in this amazing class, learning so much and loving every minute, but secretly eating my heart out the whole time. It's quite an exquisite torment. I do not want to feel this way about her. I want it to stop. And I find myself increasingly attracted to a straight friend of mine who sits next to me; just to rub salt in the wound.

All this really fucking sucks when you live smack in the middle of Red State Jesusland, and not even Evelina makes me feel any better.

(I promise to post light and fluffy memes and quizzes in the future; but fuck, right now it's my blog and I'll cry if I want to).


At 3:46 PM, Blogger Cinders said...

Found you while blogsurfing today - so refreshing! Sorry you live in the middle of "red" America. Good luck in the future.

At 4:26 PM, Blogger Andygrrl said...

Thanks! I think I'll survive; I always do. I made sure my courses for next semester were all taught by boring old farts just to be safe, though. ;-)


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