DC Stream of Consciousness

Why do people always say that Washington DC is crazy expensive? It’s not! From what I’ve noticed, NYC is a lot more expensive (add to that the non-smiling, detached people and you get a really bitter package,) and by comparison, DC people are a really pleasant lot.

Sure I’m not here to shop because what am I going to buy from DC anyway?, but souvenirs for instance are so much cheaper than in NYC. Discovering that made me very happy. Also, all sightseeing is basically for free unless I want to go to some fancy shmancy places, which I don’t. And even if I wanted to, Bush will pay for it. Now you guess which Bush will.

Sorry — had to say that.

DC means a lot to me because I passed my American Politics class with great difficulty. Not because I am dumb or anything, mind you, but because the class was taught by a microbe, or a bunch of microbes taking the shape of a person. And speaking of metaphors, I am a camel of sorts. I hold grudges, yes I’m imperfect like that, and I use sarcasm on my enemies. Off-topic now, am I not?

Where was I?

Ah, Washington, DC. It’s a clean, neat, peaceful little place that a lot of homeless people and politicians call home. What do homeless people and politicians have in common, you ask. They’re both people, obviously, and they both represent deeply-rooted socially glorified dysfunctions like alcoholicism and lies. God bless you, that’s what they both say when you give them money, then they turn around and grab the next pocket and you feel all happy inside because you supported some cause of some sort: elimination of poverty, public education, the terrorist war on terrorism…

DC is full of African-American people. It’s also full of people who like to run around that stinking water body with loads of ducks in front of the Grant Memorial. Today I saw a herd of 30 guys and girls running around half naked and going in circles around that pool. Their bodies looked perfect to me. I just think they were high on duck fart.

What a strange post this is! This is like my stream of consciousness, this is how I like to write. The reason for the “particular nature” of this post is that I am currently reading Craig Ferguson’s novel and I am profoundly impressed by how similar his thoughts are to mine. His style of writing is also pretty similar to mine, if I didn’t fear for my reputation and wrote anonymously, as I am not really anonymous writing under the name Tololy. But I have done a lot of thinking and concluded that not many kids read this blog anyway so I should go right ahead and write like I truly want to write.

Read only if you’re 18+, otherwise don’t tell your parents you’re here.

I understand the risks involved but I have decided to liberate my writing of all the properness and the fearing for people’s feelings if I used words like I use everyday like slutty and sod off and, sorry Arabic readers but I use the word teez a lot in real life and I don’t think it’s 3aib, and the like. It’s no good being machine-like, it doesn’t mesh with being alive.

Realize though that it will be considerably difficult for me to stick to this decision simply because I have been writing proper for publication in this blog for a longish time. I will always be true to what I think, only more bluntly than before, and I sincerely apologize if this change of style offends you or anyone you know. It’s more personal than political, honestly.

One day I will read my posts and watch my birth.

Maybe I can make a short movie about it.

Oh woman I think my stats will die.

What do you think?

From Washington, DC