i've had enough sparring. too much energy for the un-intelligent person that is me. words. yes. the saying goes, "them is fighting words" and to be honest i'm damned tired. and i'm damned tired of feeling like i have to apologize for being born here.
so, pick a new target.
pick the right words.
pick your nose for all i care. fight with some other neighbor. what is really happening is that you're fighting yourself.
the people around me are not cheering with every bomb that drops. they are not burning flags and smiling for the camera lens. there is no demand for fatigues or khaki wear these days. but remember it's what the people want that gives birth to the supply...ultimately it is you (plural you i mean, but if you want to take it personal, that is your problem) who opens your wallet for the GI joe or pharmaceutical stock.
it's cold here
i've been up since 4:59am
i have a test today
and more important things to do.