Sucks to be Iraq

Wow, we're at war.

How about that?

NBC is currently broadcasting the French President's response to the war. The translator doesn't seem to know French very well which makes me suspicious, considering that it's an international news organization. But hell, I'm suspicious of anything the establishment cranks out these days. The war correspondents are wearing gas masks. It's all very dramatic and yet not terribly informative---the perfect product.

Man, I can't believe we went to war. Once the bullets start flying, people stop asking questions.

*sighs*

Eh.

I haven't written anything of substance in forever and I don't have the motivation to rectify that.
I can only say that there's chaos in the world and chaos in my life and all of it is taking its toll.

The War.
H got arrested and beaten up by the cops in SF today. The police also beat her friend T to the point where she needed to be hospitalized. They saw the black bandana in T's pocket and said, "looks like this dyke likes pain" before beating her. Protect and serve, eh? *sighs* I've lost any faith.

My Life.
I started schtooping D again on Monday night. I know that I said that I wouldn't, but I did. I don't love him anymore. He loves me. It's a whole new can of worms and I don't know what to say about it.

In other worlds, the bills aren't paid, the laundry isn't done, the house is a mess, I gained six pounds, and there are bombs falling in Iraq. What a week.
*sigh*