No Words

Tonight I saw Fahrenheit 9/11 with Claire, Julia and Veronica. There are no words to express how powerful that movie was; it had me in tears. The facts that Michael Moore brought to the surface were a ferocious cheek slapper. Sure I had some idea of the corruption that went on in the White House, but for as how far the rabbit hole went, I was clueless. I- Just- Wow. No words.

In other news...I am able to wear a kilt for pride! All thanks to a super cool friend who continues to go by the name of The Godfather. I'm ever so excited!

I feel like writing. A lot. Pages, even. This is probably due to my lack of writing in the recent months. I miss Writer's Craft, and, more importantly, my teacher for Writer's Craft. She ruled. She _loved_ my sense of humour, and we got along great because of that simple fact.

Maybe I'll continue to work on the story I started earlier this summer about a well known and well respected patron of a classy restaurant finding out he just consumed 15 grams of pot with his meal. Maybe. Who knows? Maybe I'll start a whole new adventure. And then, if you're lucky, I'll post it on here. But like I said: only if you're lucky.

Let's go over what we've learned. You, faithful reader, should see Fahrenheit 9/11 and I, the innocent bystander, should start writing again. Oh, and I'm wearing a kilt. 'Cuz I rule.