Complaints. I spent the last two days in Orlando listening to complaints. I love my family but the negativity binds me into an angry, sad being that I don't want to be. At least I was able to convince them not to take me to a theme park.
We watched president-elect Bush's speech last night. When has asked his fellow Americans to pray for him and the reuniting of our country, I raised my hand to the screen and gave him the finger. My Buddhist step-mum screamed bloody murder. I wish he'd realize we aren't all god-fearing folk.
The complaints followed me home today. I hope my heart doesn't blacken too much.