Alrighty. It is three o'clock in the friggin' morning, and I have been lying in bed for over an hour. But my brain has decided it needs to have it's profound thoughts when I would much rather be sleeping. Thoughts like "if dirty means covered in dirt, then grubby is a very disturbing word." And now, this latest revelation apparently needs to be shared before I can get any sleep. Here it goes:

I am not happy. Generally, I am content. But I am not happy. this is because things annoy me. things like homophobia, and rape, and white supremacists. only when there is no more hate, no more rage, no more intolerance, fear, pain, or hunger, only when no-one is ever cold, or alone, or despairing, or sick, will i be happy. until there is just love, love, love and the world is full of it, can i be really and truly happy.

so guys, when you read this, i fully expect you to go "man, is alison sure sleep deprived and crazy." but i also expect you to go "but she is also right." people, and if, by some miracle, a stranger happens upon this, i mean you too, the next time someone is crying, talk to them. the next time someone needs a hand, carry their bags, or walk them across the street, or call a cab. pick up litter. buy fair trade coffee. volunteer. educate. Love with everything you've got, and i'll do the same.

you know that commercial, for the tv, with all the superballs? how they released 250 000 of them? well, i realized that that isn't even enough for everybody in san fransisco. at first, this depressed the heck outta me, but now, it gives me a whole lot of hope. if just one in four people picked up a bouncy ball in san fran, they'd be gone in no time. so if one in four people in the world chooses to make a difference, one in ten, one in a hundred, we'd still be gettin somewhere. somewhere better.

thanks fer listenin'. or readin'. whichever.