Jacqui (jacqui) wrote,
Jacqui
jacqui



You Are a "Don't Tread On Me" Libertarian



You distrust the government, are fiercely independent, and don't belong in either party.

Religion and politics should never mix, in your opinion... and you feel opressed by both.

You don't want the government to cramp your self made style. Or anyone else's for that matter.

You're proud to say that you're pro-choice on absolutely everything!




Wow, so true.

I took Beau to another Bar Mitzvah tonight and dropped him off. This is the year for Bar Mitzvahs. It seems like he's invited to one every month. He wanted to be lazy and lay around playing computer games and chatting on his cell phone but I kind of made him go. In the end he was glad he went.

After dropping Beau off at the hotel ans dealing with the flirty and slightly drunk valent parking manager I swung by Arta and Atra's house and picked them up as well as Lalle and we went to The Talking Stick to hear Scott and his band. I really didn't think I would make it, I've been feeling so blechy. but I did and I was so glad of it. Scott and his band were wonderful.

After he played two sets we dropped his car off here and then went together to pick up Beau and then came back here to make love. He is so sexy, powerful, strong, loving, hot and umm what else...mine. I love my Scott. I wish he were here now instead of there.

My Mom gave me her old bed when she bought a five thousand dollar motorized one. I left it at her house in the basement for a couple of weeks until I could get someone to bring it over here for me and take my old one away. Mom's housekeeper Rosa wanted her old one but Mom had promised it to me since I needed a new one, mine having been completely thrashed by the cats. Well, I think Rosa pulled some kind of switcheroo on us because this just isn't the bed that Mom used to have. It's so thin and worn out. Mom's was a pillow top and this doesn't have one. I can feel every spring. What was she thinking? Beau sat on it and said, "Mom, there is no way that this is Grandma's old bed, this is some weird other bed." God I want to strangle her. Oh well, things could be so much worse, I'll figure this out somehow, but for now I don't know if I'll be getting much sleep, bleh.

Big weary hugs,
jac

You support Gay Marriage 100%





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