Remember Honesty Box?  That fun little facebook app that let people bash each other, cowering behind their little symbols that meant "boy" or "girl" or "we don't know" or, oddly enough, "spider"

I always changed the question so more people would give me an opinion, which I would then blatantly make a point of not caring about.

I've been called a freak, and a loser, and other not-so-nice things.  I've been told to go get some good makeup and a better haircut, and none of these people had the guts to say this to my face.

I'm not entirely sure what my point is here.

I was walking the other day and I walked past a fork on the road.
It was completely and utterly flattened, just from having been driven over.
It looked kinda cool.
Modern day erosion.

On the topic of roads, is it me or are there suddenly way, way more cars than there once were, noisy, stinky, evil metal cars.
I'm not nearly as insane as I sound.

All This

She seems caught in the truth of what she was trying to say, rushing from one wall to another, her eyes, wide, shining and deep green.
"Because all this, everything, is greater than..."
She stops at the whiteboard, pulls the cap off a marker with a flourish, and writes in large, uncontrolled motions,

O   >  :(

(the circle being the world)
There is a pause as she erases the face, then deliberately redraws it.
"It's just not worth it to be miserable" 
She shakes her head, falls back down to earth, resumes her earnest rushing, from one wall of the room to another, caught in her own truth

In response to something someone said to me today

Just for the record,

The idea of 'race' based on skin colour or looks, is not scientifically viable.  There is often more genetic variation between two people of the same 'skin colour' than there is between two of different skin tones.  It's just ceratonin, people.

Observe the smarter people who know more about these things than I do:
http://laewctimeline.wordpress.com/2011/09/07/canadian-colonial-history-and-eugenics/

I really tend to dislike blogs where people just repost things they've seen on other blogs. 

First of all, I don't expect anyone to actually be reading this.  Nobody I know knows it exists, and nobody I don't know would have any reason to give it a second glance, but, just in case, I vow to the complete lack of reader that I will never repost anything.

Things that may appear on this blog:
-pictures or plans of clothing that I made
-pictures (drawn or taken)
-nonsensical rants that may or not be deleted immediately after being written.
-Irish music
-stories, observations, manic depressive rants
-random factoids (for example, wine bottles have been the same size for a really long time, because, supposedly, that's how much wine two men can drink with supper.  Also, Charlie Chaplin once won third place in a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest)
-If I am very very bored, math.
-characters, either imaginary or based on people I know (I hope none of them see this, god that would be awkard.  I might come across as a stalker)
-things that strangers say to me.
-comments on the weather
-on occasion, song lyrics

There is no secondly.