I'm sad because I just returned from Phoenix. Phoenix is where my boyfriend is and Salt Lake is where I am. Or, I suppose he's my ex-boyfriend now but I'm not entirely certain. We drove all of his thing down to Arizona in a large U-Haul and it took far too long. Then I flew back home and got into an argument with a neo-nazi. I was drunk at the time so I got to ask him what everyone wants to ask a neo-nazi. "Why are you proud of your race?" I say

"Because my race has done so much" says he.

"But you haven't done anything. You've only done alot of jailtime and failed high school. So you don't really have anything to be proud of, do you?" At which point he said that he didn't want to talk to me anymore. And that was fine by me because he was the size of an ox and I didn't really want him to get riled up.

Here is a picture of me on the roadtrip to AZ with my hair still wet fromt he shower and looking like a giant insect of some sort.

I am so sad that I want to crawl into a little tiny hole and not come out of said hole for some time.

Poor me.

I have returned from Phoenix. It was, as I had expected, an epitomization of everything that is wrong with America. Aside from that, however, it was a good. This koala is completely unrelated to Arizona.

I'm off to Phoenix for a few days. I know nothing about the city besides that it is huge, ugly, and hot. Yay for vacation!

sad panda person

Today I turn 23. I am making myself vegan french toast and coffee. I am also going to clean my room in preparation for the mad festivities in honor of this event which will occur tomorrow as the workers of the world come together to celebrate their red-haired mistress's turning 23.

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