The Princess and the Pea

I felt like I had been hit by a bus this morning. I slept in my dad's bed and it is as hard as a fucking rock. Or maybe I am just a spoiled princess. I dunno. But I had some really wild technicolor dreams. I dreamt I was in my hometown kicking it "Garden State" style with some crazy sons-of-bitches. I dreamt I got in a physical fight with my coworker. I dreamt I caught my brother wearing my underwear. I dreamt I told my sweet, sweet mother to kiss my ass. It was all very disturbing and I don't know what to make of it. But I can tell you this: I will never sleep in that bed again.

So when I woke up I turned on the news. There is anarchy in the streets of New Orleans and all anyone can do is fucking blame the federal government. I am so fucking sick of that shit. Perhaps if people stood up and took a little responsibility for themselves as individual living human beings, we wouldn't have all the trouble we seem to have in these trying modern times. I'm not saying there wouldn't be any, but I get the distinct feeling there wouldn't be so much confusion in the streets. Know what I mean? Now's not the time to place blame.

So here we are mobilizing for the upcoming adventure into No Man's Land. Collecting water, food, tools, and gasoline for the expedition. There is this energy in the air--it's electric. Sometimes I wish every day were chaos.

Check out XTX's friend Katrina's (ironic) rescue journey at:
http://katrinaversuskatrina.blogspot.com/