I was thinking about women and how the majority on this planet will not stand up for themselves. It seems to me they stay with a guy who beats them until they find another guy to help them get away only to let him control them instead. It is disgusting. I think women should stand up for themselves (and men).
As the Great Jeanylda always says "A head for a head."
If a guy attacks you on the street why let that make you afraid to go into streets. Find this guy and beat him up. Next time you're in an alley, be prepared, bring a gun, a knife, a sword, a stungun, doberman, army of ninjas, whatever.
Or call me and I'll give them something to remember.
Self defense should be taught in sex ed along with contraceptive education.
Here are some thoughts

Change

I started out hating this place and just complaining. Now I am thinking I could change it. Why not? Why can't we make it better?

Now, as long as I'm suck here, I might as well see what I can do to fix it up, make it better, more liveable.

Things I hate about this place
Bipolar weather
Rain
Fleas
Hunger
Sexism
Racism
Pain
Dishonesty

Just gotta figure out how to fix these now

chicken

There is something satisfying about eating the meat of a dead animal, pulling the meat off its bones and munching on its soft body. I wonder how vegetarians do it, do they get the same satisfaction from an orange or an onion? Does a soy chicken taste as sweet?
It is way too cold to do anything. I'm going to hibernate before the parties start.

I believe I got my answers

Damn

Today I have the most humungous headache. I don't know why. I think I'll blame the smokers in this town. It seems like I can't walk an inch without running into a puff of smoke or someone flicking ashes at me. My only solace is the annoyance and complaints they give me when I dunk their cigarettes in water. That's a bit refreshing. Speaking of water, it has rained for the last 3 days! :(
At least you like it, Skippy. You can dance in it all you want. But I hate it. Don't give me that look.
Whatever.
Back where I'm from there is no rain. Everything replenishes itself naturally without messing with icky wetness and such.
I am so homesick. When we find a way home, I may leave even you, Skippy.
At least Halloween is coming up, there are so many parties this weekend that I want to crash.

What a waste

I am the greatest, that is a fact, so I don't understand why I am here....

This town blows. Skip says we shouldn't use our powers around these silly humans. Skippy wants to be nice to everyone. It's not like the old days where I can drink as long as I want from the milk shake machine or take off my head and juggle it to scare a couple of brats. We're trying to fit in, i guess. Goddess knows why. Whatever, if it weren't for Skippy I would have already blown this place up. There isn't even anything to do here, except beat up the drunks or set couches on fire, and those get old quick. It's not like home where the cops know my name and my file is the longest there is. No, here no one knows me and they never blame me. They say I'm too pretty, that it's obviously whoever else is in the area. It pisses me off. I want it to be like the old days. But Skippy is having fun. And she is all that matters, i suppose.