Wednesday, November 03, 2004 in the bloody morning after
The beauty salon was a hotbed of rage and sorrow today. People came in under black clouds, and some of them nearly cried when their stylists asked "Hey, how are you?"
People swore and swore from their beauty chairs, over the buzz of clippers and the roar of blowdryers.
"We have to stop him," one man kept repeating. "Don't give up," he said. "I mean it. None of you. None of you!"
I'm glad I live in a blue city that has the decency to mourn.
I am not glad about other things.
We elected who now? On purpose? Why? Do y'all people like being poor? Do you like being a country of monsters?
I am glad about dinner. I don't want to give away my diet secrets, but it was carb-based. And good? Yep.
Ob la di and so forth, I guess. But, man.
posted by Frenz | 11/03/2004 10:23:00 PM
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