8/5/09
I can't stand those post-9/11 stickers of the Republic's flag declaring "UNITED WE STAND".
Moreso due to the fact that since then people have been accusing their fellow citizens of being terrorists or non-patriots in the same measure the epithet of 'communist' was bandied about in the McCarthy era.
George W. Bush had it made in the shade. He could distance himself from such sentiment formented by cunts like Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity and that ugly fucking blonde tranny who got lucky with one of his books being published by a legit company.
United we stand unless you're the other guy.

Ah, heptapod.org. A day late and a dollar short.

I really, really, really need to make a better effort at remembering my dreams.

I need to stop panicking every time the manager's office door is closed. There is a reason and it has absolutely nothing to do with me.

I hate summer because it means I'm eating out most of the time since the oven warms up my apartment, it means I have to put up with stupid women complaining about being cold from the air conditioning and finally the warm weather means more distractions for me. Fortunately I've only had one accident like this in my life.

I'm driving back to my father's business along one of the main streets in his hometown. I was running some sort of errand that required me to be in my grandparentses's neck of the woods or most likely going into Vauxhall or Union for one reason or another. While I'm going back I see this chick bringing her laundry into a dry cleaner and being a young man who's barely a quarter she has my complete and undivided attention.

A second later I realize that the car in front of me, some manner of small SUV, had stopped to turn left and enter the wilds of suburbia. My reflexes are good but I still make contact with her bumper. Fortunately for me she gets out, yells at me, looks at her car and my car and goes about her business.

No blood, no foul.

Used up all my luck points that day because of a piece of ass I'd never get to tap.

Sure I still get distracted but I'm a very good driver. None of my accidents since that day have revolved around the licentious part of my psyche.