A Crayon Haiku #12 is up. w00t.
Wanna know how my day was? Pretty crappy -- one of those "damnit I have no faith in humanity so why don't I just hang myself before things get worse?" days. People consistently and almost unanimously disappoint me with their views whenever the "race" issue comes up. On the one hand, I know it's a really complicated issue and sadly most people aren't prepared or willing to really think it through, and then on the other hand it's so bloody simple that you can't help but be discouraged when they fail to arrive at "acceptable" conclusions. Or they claim to have arrived at a conclusion that I could get behind and then totally negate it with their diction. Argh.
NOBODY TOUCH THE ABOVE PARAGRAPH. IT'S MINE! I'm totally turning that one into a short story. What paragraph, you ask? Clearly not the one above. You must mean the one I cut out of paranoia! Ho ho ho! Well, it will make a good story.
And yes, if you can't tell, I'm a little drunk. Next time, Angel! Or maybe Estella's questions. Y'know, whenever. Meh.