lobsterchick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Blowin' Peace and Freedom, Blowin' You and Me I think I must have the least-commented-in diary ever. No, really. Ever. Like, when Anne Frank went back to write in her diary every night, she'd find more comments than I do here. My mom's okay. Her arm pain remains a mystery, but we have ruled out the heart as a cause. Awesome. I told the boy what my diary was, much to the chagrin of BT, who gave me (after the fact) some really good reasons why I shouldn't have done it (too little, too late, BT). Somehow, LFJTSM translated this, through his weird "everything is about me" translator, to mean "Now I can't read about dumbass stuff the boy does pout pout pout." That wasn't the reason BT gave me. She's awesome. I didn't watch the debate. I already know who I'm voting for, and the unfailing ability of my countrymen to act as idiots at every possible turn just discourages and disgusts me. I didn't want to see someone make an asshat out of himself then watch people who occasionally behave responsibly and intelligently eat it up with a spoon. So instead I watched A Mighty Wind instead, prompting this phone call: ME: Hello? LFJTSM: Oh my God! ME: What? L: Bush and Kerry were screaming at each other... ME: Yeah? L: And then they started making out! ME: Get off the damn phone, ass. 8:49 PM - 01 October 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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