Monday, February 1
Paul McCartney has finally been able to shush this humongous, blubbering, melodramatic, pseudo-misanthropic, fatass teenager, for now (mostly).
I just read that Obama's budget plan cut funding for NASA's moon program, i.e. plans to get back on the moon.
That depressed the shit out of me, and I really have no idea why.
I've always held on to the illogical hope that I'd one day be able to walk on the moon.
And I probably never would. Really, there'd only be something like about a .0000000000000000001% chance of that even happening, assuming I'm even smart enough. But now it is impossible, and it'll never ever happen.
I just read that Obama's budget plan cut funding for NASA's moon program, i.e. plans to get back on the moon.
That depressed the shit out of me, and I really have no idea why.
I've always held on to the illogical hope that I'd one day be able to walk on the moon.
And I probably never would. Really, there'd only be something like about a .0000000000000000001% chance of that even happening, assuming I'm even smart enough. But now it is impossible, and it'll never ever happen.
Labels: hormones or something holy shit
