In Memoriam: The Murder of an Environmental Activist

 

Ken Saro-Wiwa (and 8 others) Mudered by Shell Oil

I'm officially depressed
Shopping for therapists now
I already know how the conversation will start:

Therapist:  So what's wrong?

Me:         Everything!

Therapist:  Could you define "everything"?

Me:         I mean every fucking thing that could possibly go
            wrong has gone wrong: my career, my love life...  
            Why else would I be here?

Therapist:  I understand, but I need specifics-

Me:         *sigh* You're incompetent.

"Everybody's running like it's a [sic] marathon. Where are they going??"

Confessions: Wasting the Pretty

I wish I'd gotten married and had children at a very young age. Not that I didn't want to.  It just didn't happen that way.  Now, I don't know whether I can deal with either one because it takes a certain naivete to enjoy some things and my rose-colored glasses got lost a long time ago.

I can't stand my worthless ass sister.
Can't depend on her for shit!
That is all

I woke up with the perfect afro this morning.  Just the right amount of softness, control, and texture.
*sigh*
Too bad I had to wrangle the poor thing into a bun for work.  poor poor afro

Regret (An a.m. stream of consciousness)

My life is full of regrets. Let me count the ways:

I regret...

• not having my tonsils removed when I was a little girl
• not taking that trip to London by myself (it was a steal!)
• not visiting various friends while they lived abroad
• not visiting one of my favorite city's sooner (I would have moved there for school)
• befriending certain people
• never living away from home
• never visiting my grandmother's native land
• not speaking up to my true love (maybe I would be married now. I wonder every day...)
• not speaking up when I ran into my college crush on an elevator (that moment had kismet written all over it and I didn't grab it. Again, maybe I would be married now...)
• sleeping with that guy that time (ugh) - and anyone else I had no real feelings for
• every sexual encounter I've had since my first love. (I have only enjoyed 1 since)
• not quitting my first real job on the spot (before I had a mortgage to worry about and when jobs were a dime a dozen; oh God, why did I stay and put up with it??)
• buying my current home (well, not completely - love my neighbors, hate the property)
• never having my "city living" experience
• not calling 911 when my sister tried to kill herself (maybe she would have gotten the help she needed)
• begging my parents not to divorce (it would have been better)
• not beating my sister's abusive boyfriend's ass within an inch of his life while I was still a minor
• not moving in with my first love (bump "living in sin"; maybe he wasn't my true love, but I would be content)
• dating someone out of loneliness and desperation
• not telling my friend's parents that she was molested