My Nutshell

I'm sitting in bed, in the semi-dark, typing and grooving to the new John Legend. I'm not that big of a fan of John Legend. I love his sound, it's just his lyrics. They are all about cheating, not being able to choose between women, how he can't keep it in his pants, blah, blah, blah. I get it, that's awesome for you. Now can you sing about something else? But I am too gone to really pay attention to the lyrics. This was a bad week, and I am choosing to spend my Friday night alone and numb.

Who's ready for Mind Vomit?!

I went shopping for a candle today. I like to write in candlelight, although I can safely say it is fucking with my eyes. It's easier for me to organize my thoughts in the dark (not to say that my posts are organized). Either way, MFP had gifted me a really nice Tuberose candle that I burned down today. It's hard to find a candle that doesn't smell like coconut-German chocolate-hazelnut-mocha, or a basket of strawberry bubble gum. Luckily I really needed to drive, so I took my time and headed over to Anthropology in Palo Alto. Anthropology has got some classy shit, over priced, but classy. I wandered around the store, and was more then pleased with the extremely large assortment of candles. I ended up shelling out twenty-five dollars for a Blue Capri "Aloha Orchid," antique-looking candle. I am now typing in it's odor and I can say, I am pleased.I goes with my sheets (If you could smell it, and see my sheets, you would understand).

How long is it appropriate to wear my Obama pins? At both Anthropology and Trader Joe's people commented on it. I like my pins, and I am stoked about our 44th president. I think I am going to at least wear my pin until it's all good and official. Man did Tuesday night feel good. It was surreal, and although polls had been predicting it, I was shocked and awed that he actually got it. I am just so use to it going to "the other guy." So I got some Happy Hope. It feels good, and I am super glad to hopefully not have to hear the word "change" so much. I hope. I am holding on to hope.

The "No on 8" people kept choking me up on Tuesday. I don't know why, but seeing people in the streets, showing their support for equal rights, and just as importantly, love. It's just nice, and makes my heart swell. It upsets me greatly that Prop 8 passed, it leaves me sad and very disgusted. Heterosexuals are horrible at marriage, especially in the state of California. There are probably more heterosexual people in this state who shouldn't be allowed to get married than homosexuals. This shit gets me heated. Fucking bigots.

My feet are asleep.