A rare thing: me being political

I hate blogging about politics, so I'll just say this.

Dear Sarah Palin:
Stay the fuck away from the wolves, or I'll pay someone $150 to bring me your foreleg. As in your arm. Maybe both arms.
Oh, and stay away from my uterus, my sexuality, and my spirituality, too.
But mostly the wolves.
Thanks.

(Note: I am neither conservative nor liberal, I am Centrist. I am fiscally conservative and socially liberal. I fully support abortion, gay marriage, gun ownership, personal freedom, and small government. Extreme left-wingers scare me as much as extreme right-wingers scare me. I don't read Daily Kos and I don't listen to Rush Limbaugh as they both tend to make me physically ill. I refuse to give in to the ranting and screaming and hollering and shit-throwing and name-calling on both sides. I try to stay rational. I agree with almost all of my husband's conservative libertarian views happily. I don't call any politician an annoying nickname just because it's trendy, ie Chimp or Shrub. I hate fighting over personal political viewpoints.
But if any politician goes anywhere near the wolves in this country with intent to harm, and I will do my best to bite hard and without mercy.)

A rare thing: me being political

I hate blogging about politics, so I'll just say this.

Dear Sarah Palin:
Stay the fuck away from the wolves, or I'll pay someone $150 to bring me your foreleg. As in your arm. Maybe both arms.
Oh, and stay away from my uterus, my sexuality, and my spirituality, too.
But mostly the wolves.
Thanks.

(Note: I am neither conservative nor liberal, I am Centrist. I am fiscally conservative and socially liberal. I fully support abortion, gay marriage, gun ownership, personal freedom, and small government. Extreme left-wingers scare me as much as extreme right-wingers scare me. I don't read Daily Kos and I don't listen to Rush Limbaugh as they both tend to make me physically ill. I refuse to give in to the ranting and screaming and hollering and shit-throwing and name-calling on both sides. I try to stay rational. I agree with almost all of my husband's conservative libertarian views happily. I don't call any politician an annoying nickname just because it's trendy, ie Chimp or Shrub. I hate fighting over personal political viewpoints.
But if any politician goes anywhere near the wolves in this country with intent to harm, and I will do my best to bite hard and without mercy.)

A rare thing: me being political

I hate blogging about politics, so I'll just say this.

Dear Sarah Palin:
Stay the fuck away from the wolves, or I'll pay someone $150 to bring me your foreleg. As in your arm. Maybe both arms.
Oh, and stay away from my uterus, my sexuality, and my spirituality, too.
But mostly the wolves.
Thanks.

(Note: I am neither conservative nor liberal, I am Centrist. I am fiscally conservative and socially liberal. I fully support abortion, gay marriage, gun ownership, personal freedom, and small government. Extreme left-wingers scare me as much as extreme right-wingers scare me. I don't read Daily Kos and I don't listen to Rush Limbaugh as they both tend to make me physically ill. I refuse to give in to the ranting and screaming and hollering and shit-throwing and name-calling on both sides. I try to stay rational. I agree with almost all of my husband's conservative libertarian views happily. I don't call any politician an annoying nickname just because it's trendy, ie Chimp or Shrub. I hate fighting over personal political viewpoints.
But if any politician goes anywhere near the wolves in this country with intent to harm, and I will do my best to bite hard and without mercy.)

I want one

I want one

I want one

The human suit

Bodies. Strange things. They usually don't do what we want them to do.
I've got half a dozen mosquito bites, a sebaceous cyst on my inner thigh, a rash on my other leg, a scratch on my eyelid, a paper cut on my ring finger, dry flaky skin between my fingers, and I bit the hell out of my tongue during lunch. I also have a vicious headache and my right knee wants to twist off my leg. My body is chronically screwed up and misaligned anyway, so I'm almost completely used to knee and hip pain, but it's still aggravating. My husband is leaving for a week and a half after just getting home, and I'm stressing myself out subconsciously, which is causing physical stress and pain and fatigue. My fibro won't stop flaring. My back is spasming. I think my sinuses are starting to swell.
But my skin looks good, my hair looks fantastic, and I'm developing some nice muscle tone. I don't wear makeup for men, or even other women. I wear makeup for myself. Because I think I look damn good in makeup and I'd wear it even if nobody saw, because I'll still see. For instance, I'm wearing navy blue eyeliner with golden beige eyeshadow and black mascara and red glossy lipstick. So take that, crappy body. Fuck you, I look awesome.

The human suit

Bodies. Strange things. They usually don't do what we want them to do.
I've got half a dozen mosquito bites, a sebaceous cyst on my inner thigh, a rash on my other leg, a scratch on my eyelid, a paper cut on my ring finger, dry flaky skin between my fingers, and I bit the hell out of my tongue during lunch. I also have a vicious headache and my right knee wants to twist off my leg. My body is chronically screwed up and misaligned anyway, so I'm almost completely used to knee and hip pain, but it's still aggravating. My husband is leaving for a week and a half after just getting home, and I'm stressing myself out subconsciously, which is causing physical stress and pain and fatigue. My fibro won't stop flaring. My back is spasming. I think my sinuses are starting to swell.
But my skin looks good, my hair looks fantastic, and I'm developing some nice muscle tone. I don't wear makeup for men, or even other women. I wear makeup for myself. Because I think I look damn good in makeup and I'd wear it even if nobody saw, because I'll still see. For instance, I'm wearing navy blue eyeliner with golden beige eyeshadow and black mascara and red glossy lipstick. So take that, crappy body. Fuck you, I look awesome.

The human suit

Bodies. Strange things. They usually don't do what we want them to do.
I've got half a dozen mosquito bites, a sebaceous cyst on my inner thigh, a rash on my other leg, a scratch on my eyelid, a paper cut on my ring finger, dry flaky skin between my fingers, and I bit the hell out of my tongue during lunch. I also have a vicious headache and my right knee wants to twist off my leg. My body is chronically screwed up and misaligned anyway, so I'm almost completely used to knee and hip pain, but it's still aggravating. My husband is leaving for a week and a half after just getting home, and I'm stressing myself out subconsciously, which is causing physical stress and pain and fatigue. My fibro won't stop flaring. My back is spasming. I think my sinuses are starting to swell.
But my skin looks good, my hair looks fantastic, and I'm developing some nice muscle tone. I don't wear makeup for men, or even other women. I wear makeup for myself. Because I think I look damn good in makeup and I'd wear it even if nobody saw, because I'll still see. For instance, I'm wearing navy blue eyeliner with golden beige eyeshadow and black mascara and red glossy lipstick. So take that, crappy body. Fuck you, I look awesome.