Osama is Dead. (This Just In: I Don't Care.)

Osama Bin Laden is dead. I just can't seem to work myself into much of an emotion about this. I read everyone's comments in my newsfeed on Facebook and I am just confused. I see that I should be happy - that he represents the enemy which we have defeated. I see people celebrating. Of course I also see those that are standing for peace and would rather not celebrate the death of anyone - no matter who they are. Of course these incite the most commentary and debates among the masses. I am not sure if I would have felt this indifference if this happened 5 years ago. All I know is that I don't really care. Not because I think his life was to be valued. I don't care because it won't bring back any of the thousands of lives lost that day or in the 10 years which have followed or the years we have to come. I don't care because I still find the truth difficult to find amidst anything we "know". I don't care because being happy about this is the victory we were brainwashed into thinking we should want and cheer. I never believed it throughout the past 10 years, why should I believe it now? And it isn't because I don't sometimes believe in the whole "eye for an eye" thing. Hell, I am obsessed with "Dexter" for this very primal instinct to retaliate for wrongs that were definitely done. I would be lying if I said I haven't thought perpetrators of horrific crimes deserve equally horrific retribution. Yet I also believe that war is not the answer and two wrongs do not make a right. But, when you are involving countries behind this type of retaliation - where does it end? So one asshole is dead. Whoopee.

Huge Snow "man-part"

Today has been a good day. I got to sleep in, with my sweetie...but I didn't sleep all damn day...

My roommates and I all bundled up to go outside and play in the snow!!! It was a little rougher than I am used to (I am such a girly girl...aka..."wuss"). We built a snowman on our front balcony...by hoisting up additional snow in a huge pasta pot with yarn...then, eventually we did the same thing from the roof to the balcony. I must admit, it was a little daunting and I totally felt like giving up when our snowman looked a bit like a pointy mountain blob...and I was cold and cranky....but somehow things started to take shape. Then we got out the "tools". Very quickly we began sculpting him into the unfortunate shape of a penis...TOTALLY unintentionally....but couldn't help cracking up wondering how many people looked out their windows seeing two chicks molding a huge snow "man-part" on their balcony. We were mortified when someone walked by and gave us a thumbs-up, we aren't sure if he could see the obvious dirtiness or not. Well...eventually we got ourselves a good lookin' snowman...complete with fig newton eyes, a carrot nose, and pink wafer buttons....

We took a trip to Dunkin Donuts to get Dunkaccinos...mmmm...

I took a longass hot shower...

....and now Kira is making grilled cheeze and tomato soup....

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!

Sleepin' the day away....

Why did I sleep until 3pm today? I did it because it's cold outside, and moist (and not in a good way). I did it because my cat wouldn't stop cuddlin' with me. I did it because every time I tried to get up he'd gently put his paw on my shoulder and say "don't leave me like this". I did it because the covers were warm, and I was not. I did it because my pillows were making love to my head. I did it, even though I knew it would make it impossible for me to get a good night's rest tonight. All I know is at noon, when I was up to go to the bathroom, it felt like 6am somehow, and my body was hurting for more slumber. It felt unnatural to be alive and conscious.

There are some days it just feels right to live like a monster in a cave, not even pulling back the curtains to see the ugly weather outside. It comforts me to just hear the wind and the rain hit the windows as I stay warm and dry.

Today was one of those days.

I am not ashamed.