Wednesday, November 03, 2004

...i don't know how i would live with myself...

I know your name
I know your skin
I know how these things begin...


I can't sleep. Someone either fix this, or take advantage of it. You know?

The thing with the election is that it disappointed me. But it did not surprise me. The Americans want someone I think who can take care of them, and Dubya gives that impression. But his way of taking care of them, is essentially "taking care" of the rest of us.

Democracy is a joke. They should make me queen. I promise, I would make everything better.