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Just a quick catch-up.
Wow! It’s been a crazy few weeks. Sorry for the lack of updates.
So, last Thursday I got on my plane to Seattle! I’m here now, and quite content with it. A few things could be better, but I don’t have much to complain about.
On Monday I went to the Martin Luther King Jr. march Downtown. I went with the Seattle Solidarity Network (SeaSol) and a group of October 22nd anti-police brutality streets. At the end of the march we occupied the street in protest of Officer Birk (a Seattle police officer who shot an innocent man repeatedly in the back, for no apparent reason). We held it for quite some time and the police eventually gave up on the last 4 of us standing on one half of street.
I am still in the process of looking for a more permanent place to stay out here and some sort of slave-labor so I can pay rent for said residence.
Rep. Tom Moore was dismayed at how often his colleagues in the Texas House of Representatives passed bills without understanding them. So in April 1971 he sponsored a resolution honoring Albert de Salvo: This compassionate gentleman’s dedication and devotion to his work has enabled the weak and the lonely throughout the nation to achieve and maintain a new degree of concern for their future. He has been officially recognized by the state of Massachusetts for his noted activities and unconventional techniques involving population control and applied psychology. That’s true as far as it goes — Albert de Salvo is the Boston Strangler. The measure passed unanimously.
Source: futilitycloset.com
Fuck everything
I’m locked out of my fucking house after walking thirty some blocks. NO one will answer their door or their phone. I haven’t been this pissed off in a long long long time. Just because some people don’t have the fucking respect to say that they are leaving or fucking charge their mother fucking cell phone. Fuck you all
Liars will be liars, and flakes will be flakes.
I don’t know why I keep putting myself through the same bullshit time and time again. It’d be nice if I could keep the idea in my head that past friendships are past friendships for a reason, and quit trying to salvage them. It’s not worth it. It’s boring. It’s dramatic. It’s exhausting, and it’s expensive. Even still, nothing in the world pisses me off more than making plans and getting blown off for my ex-girlfriend.
P.S. 23 days!
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