Thursday, November 6, 2008

Neglect

Dear blog,
I'm sorry for neglecting you. My room is neglected too, and for that matter so is the kitchen. I've been busy with what I call "research" (reading) and with writing as I'm participating in NaNoWriMo (you remember that, right? I told you about it 2 or 3 posts ago?).

I will try to communicate more with you soon.

Love,
Ceci

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So it's not that I've been doing anything that's life changing, really, but I have been trying to get in the swing of the job AND this writing. Oh...and Halloween... and the election... it's been busy!

As for the election... I'm sure there are people far better at expressing this than I am (like, say, Coidric), so I'm not gonna say much about it here other than this:
THANK GOD!

Seriously! I feel at least like I have a fighting chance with this country now. It all seemed so...so... stodgy... so... backwards... so... embarrassing!

So yes! I'm happy with the outcome... save for Prop 8 passing in California. WTF?! I mean... putting a ban on gay marriage INTO the CA constitution seems very un-California to me.

Ah.... now I can travel to Europe again without hiding my passport or feigning a Mesican accent ... although I do have problems with going Madonna in England *sigh *

2 comments:

  1. lovely post!!!
    Have a nice weekend with an old song from Demi Roussos

    It's five o'clock
    and I walk through the empty streets
    thoughts fill my head
    but then still
    No one speaks to me
    My mind takes me back
    to the years that have passed me by
    (interlude)
    It is so hard to believe
    That it's me
    that I see
    in the window pane
    it is so hard to believe
    that all this is the way
    that is has to be
    It's five o'click
    and I walk through the empty streets
    The night is my friend
    And in him
    I find sympathy
    And so I go back to the years that have to past me by
    (interlude)
    It is so hard to believe
    That it's me
    that I see
    in the window pane
    it is so hard to believe
    that all this is the way
    that is has to be

    It's five o'click
    and I walk through the empty streets
    The night is my friend
    And in him I find sympathy
    He gives, gives me day
    gives me hope
    and a little dream too

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  2. you do raise a good point on that whole travel thingy...maybe I will finally be proud to be an Ameri-Can again! as for going all Madonna, when in London...

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