No.

http://www.msnbc.com/news/983016.asp?cp1=1
"Body, 64-34, joins House in barring controversial ‘partial birth’ procedure"

Court challenge. Sure. But the vote is out there. It's teetering. It's still a vote.
It hurts my head. For me, it's not about the physical prodecure, or the moral or religious crap about whether or not abortion is murder. It's about freedom of choice. It has always been about freedom of choice. I am in control of my own body, thank you VERY much. This may just open the door for a full ban on the whole thing, and that's scary, because more women would die from backdoor procedures. It would mean more humans on the planet (no, that's not a good thing). It would mean more work for the genepool lifeguards. Genepool lifeguards have other things to do, y'know.

I think I want to leave. The planet, that is. Who's coming with?

No.

http://www.msnbc.com/news/983016.asp?cp1=1
"Body, 64-34, joins House in barring controversial ‘partial birth’ procedure"

Court challenge. Sure. But the vote is out there. It's teetering. It's still a vote.
It hurts my head. For me, it's not about the physical prodecure, or the moral or religious crap about whether or not abortion is murder. It's about freedom of choice. It has always been about freedom of choice. I am in control of my own body, thank you VERY much. This may just open the door for a full ban on the whole thing, and that's scary, because more women would die from backdoor procedures. It would mean more humans on the planet (no, that's not a good thing). It would mean more work for the genepool lifeguards. Genepool lifeguards have other things to do, y'know.

I think I want to leave. The planet, that is. Who's coming with?

Speaking of wanting to get rid of stuff....

http://www.bcentral.com/articles/isyn/default.asp?newsid=2003102115&cobrand=msn&LID=3800
Any thoughts?

Speaking of wanting to get rid of stuff....

http://www.bcentral.com/articles/isyn/default.asp?newsid=2003102115&cobrand=msn&LID=3800
Any thoughts?

a small token

Love is that thing that makes you want to
be a better person. It is the thing that
makes you change and grow with new life.
It is the sun that rises every morning and the
moon that sets every night, if only for you.
It is the voice that says "I would die for you."
It is the touch that breathes "I want to be with you."
It is the heart that beats "I am complete with you."

To those few to whom I have given my love, know that it's the greatest gift I could ever give. I have never loved easily. Thank you for showing me that I can.

a small token

Love is that thing that makes you want to
be a better person. It is the thing that
makes you change and grow with new life.
It is the sun that rises every morning and the
moon that sets every night, if only for you.
It is the voice that says "I would die for you."
It is the touch that breathes "I want to be with you."
It is the heart that beats "I am complete with you."

To those few to whom I have given my love, know that it's the greatest gift I could ever give. I have never loved easily. Thank you for showing me that I can.

Oh. So that's why it hurts.

This would also explain the sensitivity to light/sound, the mild nausea, the desire to crawl under a pillow, the teeth-clenching, why Sudafed's not really helping...
( The things you learn )

As it turns out, thanks to last night's phone call from Mom, my first memory is not of me reading to my pre-school classmates. It's me being bundled up into a stroller by Mom, being taken outside--and screaming hysterically because it was slightly chilly, so freaked out that Mom had to run me back indoors. She says that I have always, always been freakishly, extraordinarily sensitive to any changes in atmospheric pressure--both physically and emotionally. I got headaches before it rained or snowed. I got depressed before a cold front and hyper-then-sluggish before a heatwave. I cried if someone next door was angry or sad. I acted wounded if someone I was close to felt hurt or upset (without me knowing). This would explain why I can't turn my empathic powers off. Le sigh.

Oh. So that's why it hurts.

This would also explain the sensitivity to light/sound, the mild nausea, the desire to crawl under a pillow, the teeth-clenching, why Sudafed's not really helping...
( The things you learn )

As it turns out, thanks to last night's phone call from Mom, my first memory is not of me reading to my pre-school classmates. It's me being bundled up into a stroller by Mom, being taken outside--and screaming hysterically because it was slightly chilly, so freaked out that Mom had to run me back indoors. She says that I have always, always been freakishly, extraordinarily sensitive to any changes in atmospheric pressure--both physically and emotionally. I got headaches before it rained or snowed. I got depressed before a cold front and hyper-then-sluggish before a heatwave. I cried if someone next door was angry or sad. I acted wounded if someone I was close to felt hurt or upset (without me knowing). This would explain why I can't turn my empathic powers off. Le sigh.