02 August 2000 ~ Laundry and Lazio...

Am NOT voting for fucking Hilary Clinton. Am not sure how to take Jo's (my new housemate's) extremely political nature. Have been extremely unhappy about being YELLED at last night -- not talked to, but YELLED at, for having my own opinion about voting, etc.

Jo's stance is that everyone should vote, because everyone's opinion counts. I believe though, that, unless it's HER opinion, she doesn't believe it SHOULD count.

There are issues that matter to me, and there are issues I could give a shit about. And honestly -- don't hate me -- I couldn't give two shits about homos in the military. If they want to be in the military, great, and that's fine with me. But I am not gay and I do not want to be in the military, and I do not have the TIME to dedicate to somebody else's cause when my own are not being taken care of.

The issue I care most about right now is finding out where my next meal is coming from. The second most important issue on my agenda is trying to remember the last time I did laundry. The third most important issue is how the hell to reform the Broome County Health Department so that they actually know what they're doing and STOP TELLING ME I MIGHT HAVE AN STD WHEN MY TESTS CAME BACK NEGATIVE. I think it's just they're excuse to make me take nasty medication. "Nothing's wrong; take these for a week and come back so we can swab you again." Okay, so maybe the health department thing is sort of more important than the laundry, although my laundry basket is beginning to SMELL FUNNY... Oh yeah, and I'm voting pro-Napster.

So, yeah, great -- gays should have rights, and people of different races should have rights, and middle-aged white men should have rights but we should pick on them for it. Whatever. But in the meantime, I have to go to work, and I don't have time -- nor the energy to wait up until 4 in the morning while Jo yells at me -- to save the fucking world. I'm busy putting groceries in my fridge and quarters in my washing machine. I don't have time to fucking picket. Or be yelled at.

This isn't starting out very well. I'm very unhappy about this...

~H.T.

Oh yeah... And I don't like being made fun of because I'm not gay. Sorry. I'm not. It was a funny joke for awhile, but jokes only go so far before they start to hurt.