osama + may

currently playing: natural blues by moby.

ding dong, the witch is dead.

yes, my friends. this dumbass.

i found out on facebook last night. that's the kind of age we live in. i didn't really believe it at first. and then it kind of struck me. i'm paranoid of losing my family, and every night i pray for them to be okay. and my mind is strange. i'll inadvertently think horrific things. i don't even know that i'm thinking them. and i sure as hell don't mean them. and whenever i caught myself in the middle of one of them, i would change the person's name to osama. but now he's gone. and i pray to god my family stays okay.

it seems like the entire fucking country thinks we're safe. ahh, no. the way terrorist groups like al-qaeda work is this: you kill me, i kill you. sure, we killed their leader. that's the goal obama set for this war. but now he's dead. and al-qaeda will want revenge on us. what does this mean? it means living in fear. it means being afraid of whether your flight home will be hijacked. so i'm taking it to an extreme. but america, as a country, has accomplished this. and now we must pay the consequences. 

now on a totally different subject, it's may. i love may. i love the warm weather that's not too hot but not cold. because even i get sick of the cold sometimes, and i love it. and then one more month of school. ahh, may. not a day too early.