Complaints. I spent the last two days in
Orlando listening to complaints. I love my family but the negativity binds me into an angry, sad
being that I don't want to be. At least I was able to convince them not to take me to a
theme park.
We watched
president-elect Bush's speech last night. When has asked his fellow Americans to
pray for him and the reuniting of our country, I raised my hand to the screen and gave him
the finger. My
Buddhist step-mum screamed bloody murder. I wish he'd realize we aren't all
god-fearing folk.
The complaints followed me home today. I hope my heart doesn't
blacken too much.