an anti-consumerism, jesus-freak christmas

word up!

ALL I HAVE TO SAY

is that, yeah, you may hate defense attorneys, but really, they are just defending the American way and ensuring our Thomas Jefferson, etc.--given rights to a fair trial. It's a beautiful right, an amazing and specifically American right that we are so privileged to have. APPRECIATE IT! Everyone gets a fair trial, bitches. EVERYBODY. Defense attorneys are just doing what needs to and should be done. So maybe they defend horrible people. But really, they're doing it for the greater good of democracy. I would fight to the death for their right to be defense attorneys.
Okay, I mean, I would never ever BE a defense attorney and get serial killers out of a life sentence, but these people are atheists, so no moral discrepancies apply. HAHAHAyeah yeah just kidding

I hope things continue to change

It's hard to go on when I keep saying the same things. It's a lot more dangerous to speak with a tongue that has been weighted down with words said with unapologetic anger that isn't as uncommon as you may think. I'm not as mad as I seem, or I am angry all of the time. I can't really tell. I'm aware, however, that there is something that is not being filled.
I can understand how my heart could be mistaken for a body of water. The further you walk, the harder it is to see your feet. You move your toes into the ground because you know that it's there, even if nobody else does. But by the time the calves are no longer visible, people lose their nerve. No one has the lung capacity to just hold their breath and sink.
I've thought about it a lot lately, thinking about how maybe I should get ready to turn back. I swear, after this pack, it's over, after this bag, I'm done. But it never turns out being that easy. I like to say that I can't help it, but it's really just that I don't want to be able to help it. I want it to control me so then I can have a hearty and reasonable excuse. How can I fight what I cannot fight? This way, it's easier for me to ignore what I already know. This way, no one can hold this knowledge against me. I like to think that i can't do anything. I like to think that something bad is going to happen. I like to think about what I would do and the things I could say and the people I would have to call and the tears I could form, and would they be smooth or rough like they get sometimes? But I don't know about crying. It shakes my chest, or it ruins my dress. And it's despicable, really, or at least, that's how I feel after I let my emotions get the best of me.
I also know that I definitely cannot stay here forever. I don't even remember getting here in the first place. I know there was plane, a vomiting air ride and a bathroom or two. My eyes were like stones, but I couldn't help that. I'm not really sure which foot I put first through which door, but it certainly brought me here. To this bedroom to this state to this dining room table to this sand. Since I got here, my heart is going on like some sort of clock without an alarm, and it's constantly reminding me not to get comfortable, because I've got to move on and I've got to get out. I need to go somewhere that leaves me with no doubt, and if this wall won't come down I guess I will tear it apart myself.

Obama's Dog

So I guess today is pretty exciting.
Not for me. I gotta take a shower, apply for jobs, and deal with my whiny dog. Yes, I'm the adventurous sort.
As for Obama, however, I'm very curious to see what kind of dog he gets. I really think he should go for a purebred instead of all those pound puppies. However, that isn't Obama's style. He wants a mixed breed from the streets to mold into the perfect pet. I'm just afraid that he's going to get a dog that will PEE ON THE WHITE HOUSE CARPETS. Imagine that, that would probably be considered a terrorist act on the dog's part.
So Obama, choose carefully.

And that's about the depth of my emotion about the subject if inauguration. Other than that, I wish him good luck and hopes that he watches his back. You can't trust anybody in politics these days. So I'll be watching it. I definitely wanna hear his speech, but I mostly want to watch all the people practically pissing themselves and falling to the ground like Obama is the sun god bringing light to a dark world. I guess to them, he is.
But they don't know who the sun god REALLY is:

YEAAHHHH

EAT TOAST DUMMY THIS IS ANNA HOBBS FOR YOUR HEALTH

happy bdya mlk soon happy ianguatarion day soon obama happy saturday night party people happy burn anniversary seal haha omg that was such alow blow and not even true.

also, happy water drinking party happy text mwessaging streak happy ipod charging hour happy smooth as huevos eve.

this is another life saving message from ann ahobbs and you know yuou saw it coming.

toehr things to say:
1) this was a night of knights
2) don't blame harry piotter because you cant get it together
3) parts of me wondrss if i should have bene male
4) parts of me wonder when my raging hormones are going to chill.


respect to connect

A Letter From Jeremy Pritchard

I found this in a drawer when I was cleaning out my room, written for me by an old friend.

Not so long ago, in a galaxy not so far away, lived a BEAUTIFUL princess! as tender and sweet as she was stunning.
She was overcome with grief and sadness! Not even the love of her (very SEXAY) Jedi master could help her see just how essential she was to the balance of the force.
But with time she, too, came to see how much she had to offer the rebellion. She opened her heart and her mind! From that day on, the dark side didn't stand a chance.


Aw.