generaljanuary: (gay sex?!?)
So. A majority for Jean Charest's Liberals, huh? I'm disguisted with my province. Not because they elected the liberals, I expected that much, and in and of itself, it doesn't bother me all that much... What maddens me is the ridiculous participation rate: 57,3% . It's not as if it was hard or if they had to go very far. They just can't be bothered. Oh and it was cold outside that day. Cold?!? I mean when did that become a rightful reason to deny your civilian right and duty. Democracy is a privilege that barely over half of they Quebecois seem to grasp and I am disgusted. How do we get, as a province, to bitch and whine about independency if you can't be arsed to choose our own government.

I am also saddened by Mario Dumont's departure as the leader of the Action Democratique du Quebec. I fear this party will lose all of its remaining supports if they make a faux-pas (which is most liekly to happen) choosing their new leader. I'd vouch for Sylvain Legare, but I don't think he will be interested in the position seeing as his son was born on the day of the election, I think he'll want to spend some time wit his family.

December 8th was also the anniversary of John Lennon's premature death 28 years ago. My heart clenches when I think about it. Such a loss.
Paul McCartney really did make me cry this summer when I saw him live. "And now, I sing this song for my frind John." He said solemly before he offered a beautiful rendition of Give Peace a Chance.

Edit: Oh, and the Icon is totally unrelated with my post but I just fished it out of my really old icon den and it never fails to make me laugh. ^_^
generaljanuary: (dont let go)
I hate when people assume things about me. I hate the idea of people talking about me when I'm not there, it really freaks me out. I live a very uneventful life, so rumours about me? yeah, no. I used to have the mother of all inferiority complexes. Someone would merely look at me and I'd literally want to die because I was sure they were thinking all kinds of stuff about me. I'm all nice and sane, now, can you please refrain from taking me back to that miserable period in my life?

I think Papa liked his birthday gift! I'm very glad. I gave him tickets to go see a very well-known comedian and a nice card in which I wrote a tiny sad poem that went like this:

Spending one's whole life building bridges
In hopes that others shall cross them
Silence gathers and weights heavily
Upon the hearts of those who love too much

I just couldn't have writen something nice and cheery and I tried not to write something too complicated either, because my Papa was never the most literate of men. Just a little something to let him know that I know I'm not always the daughter he deserves to have. :)
generaljanuary: (hissy fit)
Yeah, well guess what, dad?
I'm this close to losing it too!
So lay off my back for a few f*cking seconds!

Jesus f*cking christ!


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