The Republicans are just mad that the Obamas are actually out in public. Secretly, they don’t want the world to be reminded of the lameness of the last administration. The Bushes never did shit and Dick Cheney was too busy in that undisclosed location, y’know, torturing people and starting wars with whomever the fuck.
God help us! Obamas are to go out, support BROADWAY and be human beings experiencing the world!
Republicans - SHAAAAT UUUUUUUUP.
I keep thinking to myself: “I could not love the Obamas more.” And then they go out and do something awesome, and I am amazed all over again.
My boyfriend called me two days ago to ask if I knew anyone who wanted a kitten (not counting me, who wants one desperately but cannot have one, a) because my landlord won’t let me - which wouldn’t really deter me but for b) the fact that one of my roommates who spends two nights a week in our apartment is “deathly” allergic).
He is at home in Massachusetts because he has a few days off, and he rescued two kittens from a tree (they are a bit older than baby kitties - I’ll post a picture). Now he and I are on a crusade to find anyone we know in either Massachusetts or New York to take one (or, preferably, both, because they were found together and enjoy one another’s company).
I can’t wait until October! To find a pet-friendly building, that is.
I haven’t posted much because this week has been pretty awful (but there have been some good things, too, which I will post sometime this weekend, one including me on tv and one including rescued kittens). The bad stuff is that my boss, who has earned my utmost respect and loyalty, quit her job last week. And today was her last day. I am devastated. I felt like I got to know her very well in the five months we’ve worked together, and it really hurts me to see her go. Not to mention the fact that I feel like my job may be in jeopardy. It’s all compounding to make me stressed out.
And on top of it all, I had plans to have a friend visit in a few weekends and go to a concert. I found out yesterday that one of my other friends is having her bachelorette party that same night, so I had to cancel on my friend for the concert, and she cried on the phone. I just felt so bad, but I can’t miss my friend’s [assumed] once-in-a-lifetime bachlerlorette party.
I plan on going to the gym for at least two hours on Saturday to work out some anxiety.
“I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you—especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.”—Charlotte Brontë (Jane Eyre)