I'm tired. It's late. I'll be brief. This isn't a post I'm going to tweet about. I'm not saying anything important. It's just a vent.
Every morning I wake up, get down from my little nest and make certain the news downloads to my phone so I can read it on the tube. (My own little rebellion for the tons of paper commuters here in the Big Smoke waste daily on their periodicals) Then I sprint to my stop (my morning exercise) and read what's been downloaded while tube surfing to Waterloo and that's when I become enraged.
My blood boils each time I read about the Gulf Oil spill. I want to scream and yell and throw things. Maybe it's due to the fact that the company that's f@cking up the beauty of the gulf from the country I'm from is a company from the country where I am now a permanent resident and will soon be a citizen.
I'm sickened and there has only been one occasion where the news about the gulf has actually looked promising.
The fact that I get so angry about this spill every day and it doesn't look to be ending soon really pisses me off.
There rant over. I'm going to bed.