Recently I realized that, as much as I hate to admit it, I, like almost everyone else, want to be around people like myself. Of course, I used to think that I wanted to be around people who were different than me--reason being is that I like to think that I “accept” people of all types. Interestingly enough, however, I find myself intolerant of those who do not also “accept” all types of people. By being intolerant of them, I'm obviously not “accepting” all types of people, because I'm not accepting them. I want to be around people who are open-minded, liberal, and accepting of all types of individuals…just like me. Guess I’m not as tolerant as I thought. [09:46 | Link]
Sunday, August 24, 2003
I was constantly battling with the front entrance doors of the Terminal Tower until I realized that they all swung to the left. [10:30 | Link]
Sunday, August 17, 2003
Left to right: "Strong-Boy Stromboli" - "Bath Time" - "Whatchu Lookin' At?"
So yesterday we bought a cute little house, and it happened to be the one (after looking at many, many houses) that Max decided to have a big poop in. (Don't worry--it was properly contained.) [22:35 | Link]
