Rant - very rant

I've got to get this off my chest or I'll explode.


Now on a list that I really love someone sent a photo. Personally with the women we've had lose babies I thought it was very insensitive. This same photo has been used by Pro-life people and well it's pissed me off.

I was nice on list because I don't think it would have helped anyone to explode.

Now the owner wrote a very good response to the situation and explained why it was inappropriate to send the photo. She hit on women's rights. Now some guy says he refused to get into a debate over women's rights. No shit sherlock you aren't a woman therefore keep your fucking nose out of it. I'm sick and tired of people trying to shove their damn beliefs and morals down other people's throat.

My body is mine and not some dickhead's that doesn't even know me. You don't like that shove it up your ass. You don't like abortion that's your right, don't try take my right to an abortion away from me. Keep your beliefs on birth control pills to yourself. You don't think I should be taking them, then fuck off.

I could fucking spit fire right now.

What Pagan are you?

You scored as Shamanic Pagan.



A shamanic pagan's roots are generally found in Native American faith. A true love and respect for the earth and all that it yields is central to their faith. Wisdom is most often found in spirit guides or totems, who can be animals, ancestors, or spirits. Pagans who follow this path tend to be far more aware of the delicate web that interweaves the lives of every person and thus move within that web accordingly. They're usually deeply insightful, friendly, loving people and excellent friends and parents. Mysterious and strong, as well, they are often the protectors of their friends and family as well as the moral compass for their friends and loved ones.

Shamanic Pagan 65%
Celtic Pantheonic Pagan 60%
Ecclectic Pagan 60%
Egyptian Pantheonic Pagan 45%
Zoroastrian Pagan 40%
Kabbalistic Pagan 40%
Eastern Pagan 35%
Roman Pantheonic Pagan 20%
Sumerian, Babylonian, and Mesopotamian Pagans 20%
Greek Pantheonic Pagan 15%
Norse Pantheonic Pagan (Asatru) 5%
Catholic (Pagan?) 0%

What Pagan Are You?

Dreaming

Last night I spent time with a Scotsman. I distinctly remember his accent. We talked and he took me to this place. It seemed like a entertainment park. We went in and the first thing he saw was what we use to call 10 store rides. You know they had cars, horses and such that you put 10 cents in and they moved? What he saw was a double one. It had a car on one side and a horse on the other. You raced them and they would go foreward and backward like they were racing. So we jumped on and I realized how small they were and didn't think it could carry my weight. It did but it was a struggle. I think that was more of a struggle for me though. So we got off of those and went into the room that you could put this balloon thing on you and it would lift you to the ceiling. The ceiling was glass so you would be able to see out. I stood there saying I can't do that, I'm afraid of heights. He jumped in there and was lifted up to the ceiling. I was watching him thinking that I shouldn't be limiting myself by saying I can't. We went into another room and got separated somehow. I couldn't find him in the room at all and there were other people there. I met a woman who I started talking to. When the thing was over we went outside. I explained to her that I was just visiting and the man I had been there with disappeared and I didn't know what to do. I knew I had about $25 dollars in my purse. We were standing next to a train track and all the people were going home. I asked her where I could buy a ticket and she pointed down. There was a level below us. We tried to sneak back in the park but wound up going somewhere else. I remember getting some strange looks from people because of my accent. Then there was this tall man, salt and pepper hair. Authoritative looking man who spotted me. He walked up and got my attention and explained about the other man having to leave to go back to work but that he was there to pick me up. So I was rather tickled by that, at least I knew what was going on now. So I babbled a bit to him and we were walking back to his car. The car was almost army green, a little lighter and there was some kind of insignia on the side. I couldn't make it out. When we got to the car he got in. By this I mean he stepped into the car without opening the doors. He got behind the wheel on the right hand side and told me that Her Majesty often rode in this car. I got in thinking the color was a bit strange. The inside was nice but there was this thing sort of like an arm rest that ran halfway across my lap. I pushed it out of the way a bit and was getting my seatbelt, trying to get it buckled but that thing was in the way. I finally got belted in. As he was driving off.

I'm not sure if this was part of the dream or not but I remember Tom being in it. It's all kind of jumbled up but I do remember there being some deceit on his part involved and that no matter what I kept trying to help him.

A day like any other

It's just been a standard day. Nothing new, nothing interesting. I'll be glad when Mercury goes direct. It's getting on my nerves. Today I have kind of crash emotionally. Not bad just I'm on a low right now.