| Jul. 21st, 2005 @ 12:32 am when was the last time you were just wishing the police had been there? |
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would you really want them there? consider any time you have had them areound.
has anyone been helped by these govenrment paid employees? ( let us not include idiocy)
so after a shocker, (if you will)i feel older wiser and well generally better than everyone in a humble sort of happy way....
such a strange explanation only of course consutuctible by some skitzo, bi polar, dual chattering, lobotomist reborn demon possessed spoiled rotten spawn dwelling in the top 1% of the world.
ah ha.
sigh.
it is good to be both.
remember how much everyone loved michael Jackson back in like kindergarten when he was sweet morphing into people and like in africa singing "black or white"
i do.
Baby it don't matter, it don't matter if your --
and that was cool then. Somehow even in youth a saw through that. Perhaps because my white mommie grew up in oakland and would relive her childhood traumas growing up as a Honkie in the wrong district. The inequality was an external experience for me. There are no african americans in my entire housing track.
I realized my shallow pool of knowledge regarding the racial tensions and "problems" when being completely amazed at the prolific population of dark skinned people on the east coast while attending an irish family reunion.
now. Today.
I may as well be black(psych-- right i will never know that feeling of censorship)
however.
go to jail in san bernadino county.
I am the only anglo in my unit.
not a problem, since i am oh so suave, no--
i was put with teresa, the 'mother' so i could say.
plus
i am so little and weak looking that most people were actually helpful.
also. when i got released, they hugged me. (even the one i thought was so cool bc she held her self like snoop odd as that seems)
either way.
verdict is i am a gifted princess.
i spend a week in orange.
i miss the bland foor, but not the hard bed and solice.
not to mention i gained like 10 lbs doing nothing but sitting, sleeping, crying to god to send me back to rossi and eating starchy tri fatty food.
mmmm.
also.i have a strange ability to be very obscure and never get to the point nor say anything relavent when i write in this journal.
for which i am appologizing to the internet. |
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