I wonder the political orientation of most Honda Civic drivers.
You never really see anyone with Jesus fish and 'Support Bush' bumper stickers cruising around in a little civic - they're normally driving enormous SUV's that emit noxious gas and are contributing to the melting of Siberia. Damn them, the bastards. They're also getting screwed on gas right now, so I suppose there is some kind of divine justice in the world.
Therefore, I must unofficially concurr that most, if not all, Civic drivers are liberal because (a)few cars have annoying conservative political slogans and (b)most civic drivers are under the age of 25, and liberalism, like anything important such as the ability to eat solid foods, diminishes with age and (c) I am liberal and drive a civic, and national trends must conform to my own personal experience. Of course.
I told my father last night that I don't like choosing movies to rent or go see without having first seen them myself, because I get nervous as to whether the other person is enjoying the movie or not, as I picked it and it would be my fault if they were dissatisfied. He just looked at me strangely and said that I attained new heights of weirdness. I just thought it was being considerate.
I should really call Cynthia and ask if she wants to catch a movie or something today. I'm tired, though. Woke up at 8:15 to take little sister to school, part of the penance of owning a car I am not paying for. My mother now wants me to do the laundry as I am "now of college age".
Mom - I did my own laundry when I was in college.
Me -You were at Yale and living on your own. I, like a Turkish slave, have been forced to attend UM and live at home. I should at least get some laundry benefits out of this.
Unreasonable?
We were eating dinner last night (tortellini). I tell her quite clearly and in depth I cannot eat the tortellini with tomato sauce because I do not like tomato sauce and am, therefore, eating it with olive oil. She nods and smiles and professes understanding, and then pours all the olive oil on the bread. I don't think she even listens to me anymore, just murmurs monosyllabic assents in opportune punctuations of conversation.
Last weekend she was out partying and didn't buy any food. Why? "I have to have something to live for."
MTV videos on right now, a rock song I've never heard.
Even though I went to the beach all day yesterday, I still was impatient and moody. I don't know why. I had fun at the beach, dropped my friend off, came home, and my sister still irritated me. And what was worse, I couldn't just shrug it off with a Buddha-like state of equanimity.
I guess Buddha-hood takes a lot of practice. What am I saying, of course it takes a lot of practice, it's Buddha!
Don't mind me.
You never really see anyone with Jesus fish and 'Support Bush' bumper stickers cruising around in a little civic - they're normally driving enormous SUV's that emit noxious gas and are contributing to the melting of Siberia. Damn them, the bastards. They're also getting screwed on gas right now, so I suppose there is some kind of divine justice in the world.
Therefore, I must unofficially concurr that most, if not all, Civic drivers are liberal because (a)few cars have annoying conservative political slogans and (b)most civic drivers are under the age of 25, and liberalism, like anything important such as the ability to eat solid foods, diminishes with age and (c) I am liberal and drive a civic, and national trends must conform to my own personal experience. Of course.
I told my father last night that I don't like choosing movies to rent or go see without having first seen them myself, because I get nervous as to whether the other person is enjoying the movie or not, as I picked it and it would be my fault if they were dissatisfied. He just looked at me strangely and said that I attained new heights of weirdness. I just thought it was being considerate.
I should really call Cynthia and ask if she wants to catch a movie or something today. I'm tired, though. Woke up at 8:15 to take little sister to school, part of the penance of owning a car I am not paying for. My mother now wants me to do the laundry as I am "now of college age".
Mom - I did my own laundry when I was in college.
Me -You were at Yale and living on your own. I, like a Turkish slave, have been forced to attend UM and live at home. I should at least get some laundry benefits out of this.
Unreasonable?
We were eating dinner last night (tortellini). I tell her quite clearly and in depth I cannot eat the tortellini with tomato sauce because I do not like tomato sauce and am, therefore, eating it with olive oil. She nods and smiles and professes understanding, and then pours all the olive oil on the bread. I don't think she even listens to me anymore, just murmurs monosyllabic assents in opportune punctuations of conversation.
Last weekend she was out partying and didn't buy any food. Why? "I have to have something to live for."
MTV videos on right now, a rock song I've never heard.
Even though I went to the beach all day yesterday, I still was impatient and moody. I don't know why. I had fun at the beach, dropped my friend off, came home, and my sister still irritated me. And what was worse, I couldn't just shrug it off with a Buddha-like state of equanimity.
I guess Buddha-hood takes a lot of practice. What am I saying, of course it takes a lot of practice, it's Buddha!
Don't mind me.
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