Some things are better left unsaid

I am a highly functional person. I reek of competence. I can kick your ass at anything. I will own you. Don’t even try. I can beat you at your own game.

Unless it’s football. I don’t really get that one.

Kate does Sans Serif

Man, why don’t they teach us this stuff in school anymore?

Thus ends my political tirade of 2008. I thought I kept it pretty well under control

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I’m worried that one day I’ll wake up

And everything will be the same

As it was the day before

Wait– didn’t they make that into a movie? Well, there goes my allotted amount of poignancy for the week.

Better words tomorrow

“People believe in the institution of marriage [...] People have stood up because they care about marriage and they care a great deal.” Frank Schubert, co-manager of Yes on 8

I believe in the institution of marriage. I stood up because I care. But I think Frank and I mean different things.

On election night, I didn’t believe Obama would win. Maybe it’s because I learned not to hope after 2004. But I did believe in California. For some reason, I was sure the state would knock out a resounding no on Prop 8, the same way they do every year for abortion restrictions. I never thought that California would return to the limitations of heterosexual union. But the numbers kept rolling in. And when I woke up this morning, there it was: an ugly check right next to the YES.

It feels like defeat to say “Next time.”

Better words tomorrow.

CHANGE is not just what rattles in my jacket

so nervous i could puke

tomorrow evening cannot come soon enough

from 12 to 20 i grew up knowing a leader who i did not trust

who did not represent me

or protect me

eight years is too long to be in a relationship with a man you don’t even like

that is what my therapist would tell me.