Monday, July 25, 2011

Seven Years Ago, I Was In High School...

That makes me feel old.

Even though people still mistake me for an eighteen year old.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Crazy Story I Read in Glamour

...and no, it wasn't "Best Jeans for My Booty."

I read an article about Kristen and Will Stillman and the horrific childhood they endured (see a different article here ), and after reading it, I was just sickened, saddened and horrified by their story.

If you don't have a strong stomach, their story is essentially that their shitty mother left her kids at a guy's house when they were 8 years old. Soon after, this evil man and his family abused these kids for a decade, until they were able to escape.

How can people be so sick? How can people let this kind of shit happen?

I really think there should be some sort of test for people before they can become parents. If people aren't mentally or financially capable, I don't think they should be allowed to have children. I'm not saying that people who don't have a lot can't be good parents, but if you have to survive on welfare in order to live, what kind of lifestyle/living conditions are you providing for yourself and your children?

I don't have facts, but I feel like people who have kids when they can't support them start a vicious cycle, where their kids do the same, and so on, and so on.

I think the foster care system could be a great opportunity for children to find at least a temporary home, but I have read so many horrible stories about abuse of the system and abuse of kids, it just boggles my mind. How can people be this evil?

There's more I'd like to say, but I'm too tired to think.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Weekend Highlight

...being called "boring" by a drunk girl I barely know.


Friday, July 1, 2011

Crazy Story



Sometimes Gonzalez wonders how much worse things might have gone.

What if he had grabbed breakfast in Las Vegas before boarding his flight? He wouldn't have needed that bagel in Simi Valley, so he wouldn't have gone to the bank for cash, and wouldn't have been caught on security cameras.

His alibi evaporates and he's in prison for life.

At the end of the day his mind automatically replays his movements, hour by hour, because it was his ability to do that that saved him. After his release he developed the habit of meticulously documenting his whereabouts, eliminating time gaps that might leave him vulnerable.

If he's in an airport or a 7-Eleven, he makes sure the surveillance cameras get a good look at his face. Anytime he can swipe his credit card and sign his name, even to buy a pack of gum, he does it. He fills his wallet with receipts and the world with a conspicuous trail.

He feels most vulnerable when he is asleep, when, for six or eight hours a night, no cameras are watching, no witnesses are marking his presence, and no one but Louis Gonzalez III can say with certainty where he is.