(1:00pm) So, I'm sitting on my porch. We've got this massive green couch on it, with big wooden armrests that have these engravings on them that are all vines and leafs, and every time I look at this thing I feel like it belongs in some sort of waiting room. Except the waiting room is in a big Scottish castle and you're waiting because you've scheduled an appointment with the head Leprechaun because you feel you've been unfairly sentenced to the wearing of the green shoes. For those of you who know what I'm talking about, you understand what sort of a scene this would make.
(8:30pm) I don't want to hear about your politics, I don't care about your politics, I want to slap every one of you in the face. I'll actually give a crap once you people start doing something and stop just talking about things. And another thing: You really think those pricks in office actually pay attention to your vote? How would you even know if it went through? I think the government stopped listening to us long ago, and the only time they do now is when the people are bashing down the door with a ram and threatening to burn the building down. Fuck politics.
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I love your porch. It soothes me.
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