so...
So I keep getting totally confronted with my little life. I would really really like for it to mean something. I don't know what it would/could/should mean. I have a belief system suggesting that there is nothing it even can mean.
Nonetheless, I keep writing the straight to paperback of my life with drama, twists, turns, scandals, the occasional lesbian scene for show.
But seriously, what is up with the supreme court? The day a clump of cells that can't survive on it's own has more rights than a grown woman, should be the day that all tumors can finally be free from chemo-therapy. ESPECIALLY testicular tumors.
Nonetheless, I keep writing the straight to paperback of my life with drama, twists, turns, scandals, the occasional lesbian scene for show.
But seriously, what is up with the supreme court? The day a clump of cells that can't survive on it's own has more rights than a grown woman, should be the day that all tumors can finally be free from chemo-therapy. ESPECIALLY testicular tumors.