Decisions, Decisions….

January 30, 2008

I’ve never been a big fan of Hillary’s, and the sentiment that I should vote for her because she’s a woman does not sit well with me. I don’t like what she stands for, and I wouldn’t vote for her if she were a man. One of my friends called me anti-feminist after I tried explaining that to him. I told him to go fuck himself.

Barack was my big hope, but he totally lost my heart after this. Are they 12? My god, they sound like rebellious teenagers fighting with their parents. That alone should disqualify them both.

So, god forgive me, I’m voting Republican next week. Check him out. It’s well worth it. Promise.



Run, Baby, Run

January 21, 2008

You can’t help who you love. You can’t help who you don’t love, either.¬†Regardless of how long they’ve been there for you, in what capacity, or how much they’ve given. Giving back just never seemed right. I’ve known about it for awhile, though the info was unsolicitously obtained¬† through a third party who was unwilling or unable to keep their mouth shut. Alcohol was, of course, involved. Though not in any excusable quantities. Classic Sofia response ensued-lack of aforementioned control can break your heart. I like to inflict myself on others.

Perhaps I’m too far gone to realize when someone’s not acting like an asshole. Or maybe I just need to grow up.

So many conversations this weekend. I found out a lot about one person, and nothing about another one. What a shame.