Tuesday, July 19, 2005 Skip this part.
My m.o. tonight is to type quickly. There are potatoes in the oven, and when they're done, I can't promise anything to you, internet. You will be adrift and lonely. I am so sorry: I am hard-hearted, by nature. This is just my way.
I watched Bush's Supreme Court nomination speech. I hear on his say-so that the dude he picked is a great guy, because he was a highschool footballist, and was so delightfully blue collar as to work in a steel mill during college. What a guy! Little Jack and Josie! Little Jack and Josie! Mama mia, we are so fucked. I'm haivng like, 8 abortions tomorrow. Live it up!
What else? I have been neglecting my fertilest furrows: no childhood traumas or young adulthood scandals today. Those poor furrows.
Instead:
*Received a free sample hair product at work today
*Bus arrived, like a miraculous unicorn, on time
*Work today was hectic, jovial, fun
*Lunch: a bagel.
*I can't beleive I wrote the whole thing. posted by Frenz | 7/19/2005 09:58:00 PM
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