My nephew has found his feet.
It's been 20 days since 2008 started, and I have this feeling, but I don't know what it is.
Why is it that no one ever makes fun of skinny people? I mean, not that people have to make fun of skinny people, but I see that there are obviously dangers of teasing those who are skinny, but why do we have to make fun of fat people?
I have been thinking a lot about the way that we define ourselves, and I guess this comes from more recent events and stories that have crossed my life in the past couple of weeks, but it's funny how one person's stock can drop or rise depending on who he/she is associated with.

But that brings me back to the fact that I have been thinking alot about what we choose to be defined by. I have been a little disappointed with myself too, in light of the campaign road and what I need to be aware of in terms of issues and people to hold accountable for our nation's future. But part of me wants to just get out of this place, go away.

Tomorrow is MLK Jr. Day. But I wonder how MLK Jr. would feel about the world today if he woke up and saw what is going on.

And I love giraffes. more and more everyday. because like zebras, I would think they use their necks and react, unlike zebras, who stand by and watch, when a fellow zebra is getting mauled by a lion.