Lots on my mind.

First of all, I just want you to know how honored I am that you felt like you could tell me. I can't tell you how ballsy you are, because it would have taken me years to admit what you did. But then again, I'm sort of a pansy. You are genuinely one of the most enjoyable people I've ever known, and you're also a total SILF ;D
No worries, I will be your spirit guide whenever what we have planned happens. It's going to be a hell of a night, and I'm pretty damn stoked.


Secondly, I want to say something about gun control. In my brain, the matter of gun control is very simple. Owning a hunting gun if hunting is something you enjoy is perfectly acceptable. Also, owning a handgun in your home for protection is something I can full-heartedly get behind (well... I'm trying to stay open-minded about this). However, owning an assult weapon, or one whose only purpose is to kill others, is completely unnecessary. No American citizen needs a gun who can unleash 50 bullets within a minute. Using them in war is one thing, but we are talking about joe-shmoe around the corner. Joe Shmoe does not need that sort of gun in any situation he is going to find in his regular life. I was argued against my belief, by someone who said that a man who owns too many guns is equivalent to the woman who owns too many shoes. To that comment, I say: you're ignorance is so appalling that I now believe arguing with you is pointless. News flash! Guns are meant to injure, kill, and mame other living things. Shoes are meant to be either a fashion statement, or a basic article of clothing. Using your sense of logic, I should be able to purchase atomic bombs, just because I think they're "pretty".

Lastly, I would like to mention my fear of my own body. I am constantly afraid that I have a deathly illness, or something that is likely to destroy my life. What do I have today? Lukemia, an enlarged heart, am I diabetic? Or is it endometriosis this time? I am also afraid of how my body is percieved by others. Should I shave my legs? Should I straighten my hair? Should I really eat that brownie? These are the thoughts that run through my head every single day. And it's complete BULLSHIT. Half of it is just my fear of death, and my lack of faith in the afterlife. But the perception of my body is something completely different. It has been drilled into my, and every other american girl's head that there is one definition of beautiful. I have to have nice boobs, a tiny waist, a big butt, curvy hips, long hair, and I have to be as hairless as a small child. Despite how slim I am "required" to keep my body, I also have to be able to eat like michael fucking phelps, because girls who don't eat aren't attractive either, right? I want to live in a world where my cellulite and stretch marks are just as beautiful as Kim Kardashian's ass. Unfortunately, that is not a world where I live, and I don't want to have a daughter who will be brought up in such a fucked society.

That is all.