caminante haciendo camino
inane babble for the cia to read through
2004-04-29 | 3:14 p.m.

First things first, if you havenít done so yet Ė hell, even if you have Ė go vote for Disco the Kidís band, Public Domain.

Iím telling you, voting for Public Domain will make you smarter. Voting will make you prettier too. Really. Just go vote, then come back and tell me if youíre not smarter and prettier.

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Iím still in a great deal of pain today. Putting on deodorant was quite the agonizing experience this morning. Iím going back for more of Trainer Boyís abuse tonight. Oh, the fun.

And to make the joy complete, Steph and I are joining re-joining Weight Watchers after work today. Accountability is in full swing. Ass-shrinkage plans have been mobilized. The actual ass-shrinkage is sure to start any day now.

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Itís so windy today. MM and I ate lunch outdoors, and we literally had to hold our plates of food down so that the wind wouldnít topple them right off the table. As you can imagine, my hair looks just lovely after our hurricane-style lunch.

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Bloggers beware. Big brother may be watching reading spying. I just canít help but be amused at the thought of a government intelligence agent reading about my ass-shrinkage plans, my latest vibrator acquisition, my shopping expeditions, or any of the other inane babble that finds its way into my diary.

I do wonder, though, if I do get the job with the federal agency that I want, whether anything that I write here will be an impediment to me passing the required FBI security investigation. I almost relish the thought of that First Amendment battle.

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Itís not only annoying, in some instances spam is a federal crime. I wonder if this new prosecutorial tool will actually reduce the amount of crap that finds its way into my inbox. I have the feeling that spammers are like weeds. You yank one out and five more grow in its place.

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Hand wash warm water. No bleach. No idiot presidents.

Ok. So maybe it doesnít make much sense as a laundry instruction. But the cryptic message has boosted sales of the bags that they grace. Itís really quite funny. Unless, of course, youíre the idiot president in question.

I was so tickled by this, that I bought the t-shirt.

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Tonight, Frontline is reporting on Bush and ďThe Jesus FactorĒ. The show starts at 9 p.m. in Arizona. Iíll definitely try to watch it. Even though I sure as hell donít need any additional reasons to be scared to the core at the thought of another Bush term. For pityís sake, he ran for president at Godís mandate? Does he imagine himself a modern day Holy Roman Emperor? Frightening, I tell you.

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Itís about damn time.

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As you can see, I didnít have much of anything to say. But thatís never stopped me before.

Hey, Iím just doing my part to keep those intelligence agents employed.

Listening To: Damien Rice, "Amie"
Reading: now, boring legal crap; when I get home, "The Princes of Ireland"
Feeling: sore

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