She's A Cute Dog, And She's A Funny Dog, But She's Not A Good Dog.

Today, we have a sad story, entitled Why I Don't Get Out A Lot. This one is from the beginning of the school year.

There was a football game on Friday. I hadn't planned on going; I'm not a sports fan, and I really just wanted to watch Star Trek and finish reading "The Mysterious Stranger", but I went anyway. It was the first game of the year, my friends would be there, there would be a dance afterward, and besides, I don't get out enough.

When I got to the stadium, I met a friend that I hadn't spoken to in person for a while. She told me that when she was at band camp over the summer, the chaperones cornered her and informed her that, somehow, her homosexuality was encroaching upon the rights and safety of the other campers. My friend had to drop out of marching band because of the problems it caused her.

I cried for my friend and the general state of the world when I got home, reminded once again why I don't get out very much.

And there you have it. Life sucks. Indeed.