Freedom of speech is wonderful -
right up there with the freedom not to listen.
Hey There, Well If you're wondering why this site hasn't been updated in ages... I haven't died. All is well. I've been kinda busy, but also switched my focus to Myspace.com instead. If you're not already part of the club, come and join us! Its better there!
Ok, so college life has kept me pretty busy, and I've been more keen to share my random thoughts through postings in my room or through conversations with the people I meet. (since obviously before this I was stuck in my hometown, hidden away from the world... or something like that).
Today I got back from the Thanksgiving weekend and put my sheets back on my bed and got a long inhale of freshly laundered sheets.... oooh, It was a powerful moment! There are few things in life that are better than the smell of fresh sheets!
Hopefully, I'll make my return visit within a week or so. I'll see you then.
The air smelt strange this morning.
The Sean slept as usual, no disturbance to be noted. After his morning ritual he verbalized harsh sounding tones to the inhabitants across the hall. His light-machine lit up their room, they were upset and reiterated his harsh tones.
Midnight- The Sean traversed to the washing center (a diurnal process). Seeking revenge or for enjoyment the creatures across the way invaded his room, absconded with his clothes, and attempted a covert robbery of his only possession in the shower- his big cloth. Their mission was deemed successful, shouts of joy rang loud. The Sean felt otherwise, and re-vocalized his crude sentences rhyming with "muck".
One o'clock- The Sean rests, rather earlier than usual-so I too must now rest.
It's been a few days since my last post, I am currently developing a tri-graphical data structure involving perpendicular matrixes that will explain and map the lifecycle of the Sean. So far I have a micro-version consisting of one day.
Due to the non-routine nature of his day, I have arbitrarily chosen the "day" to start at 10:00AM, this however is insignificant because the pattern itself is blind to hours and minutes.
1. Wake up, put on clothing and attire
2. Leave the habitat (I am not sure as to where, perhaps I will follow him outside one of these days)
3. Return to habitat, play games and eat
4. Sleep
5. Wake up and play games
6. Sleep (then the cycle continues)
To Whom It May Concern, I am a senior citizen. During the Clinton Administration I had an extremely good and well paying job. I took numerous vacations and had several vacations homes.
Since President Bush took office, I have watched my entire life change for the worse: I lost my job. I lost my two sons in that terrible Iraqi War.
I lost my home.
I lost my health insurance.
As a matter of fact, I lost virtually everything and became homeless. Adding insult to injury, when the authorities found me living like an animal, instead of helping me, they arrested me.
I will do anything to insure President Bush's defeat in the next election.
I will do anything that Senator Kerry wants to insure that a Democrat is back in the White House come next year. Bush has to go.
I just thought you and your listeners would like to know how one senior citizen views the Bush Administration.
Thank you for taking the time to read my letter.
Sincerely, Saddam Hussein
