I guess I’m alternating…
So you know how I know I fail at life? I keep forgetting that I’ve met Barack Obama! He’s the President of the United States! Dude. What are all these things I’ve done in life that are so important it pushes the fact that I met the President, right out of my head?
Also, I’ve become obsessed with the question of whether I would love America this much if I were born elsewhere…or would I be all “woo Iran rules!”?
#ihaveseriousproblems
Oh, but you know what’s fun? Texting Mary lyrics to “Polyester Bride”! (Go on, do it, it’s awesome.)
October 6th, 2009 at 3:14 pm
hahaha – yes, please text me. My number is 718 BITE-ME*.
October 6th, 2009 at 3:20 pm
If anything, I and my whole family had very strong feelings about Russia, even though we knew it sucked. Loving America now (and hating Russia now), has made me realize that the love for your homeland is probably all brainwashing stuff, but I love America for what it is and not because I’m just a citizen but because it’s the best country in the world. I love that. Also there is a difference between loving a country and hating a government. /rant
October 6th, 2009 at 3:20 pm
I think the reason you don’t want to remember you met the president is after that meeting you decided to support his opponent.
October 6th, 2009 at 3:23 pm
*I really don’t know whose number that might be. If you do text that number please indicate that Dawn Summers told you to do so. And don’t forget to tell them her address in Sunnydale so they can come to her home and beat her up.
October 6th, 2009 at 3:45 pm
Pdov,
Yes! I too love America because it’s the best country in the world. So, I guess if I was born in Iran, I would not be all “woo Iran…” Mary, I like that your comment had an asetrisk and then you had a second comment way down that started with an asterisk.
Yes, send all hate of Dawn Summers to Sunnydale.