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coronaryqueen
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10:13 pm
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George Bernard Shaw
Today I was ground zero for undesired male attention, which I thought was kind of odd because I haven't washed my hair in about five days. Who knew that oily, nasty hair was such a come on.
At least it is to drunk old men, Malto-Mario mechanics, random dirtball hicks and unplaceable British Empire EMTS. Well, the EMT just told me to 'have a good day, luv'. Which I shouldn't count because I'm sure he says that to every woman 0-99, but he was the "catch of the day" as far as it goes, and he was no prize. But I want to remeber the dirtball hick, because he was really out there.
I had written the following on my arm because I wanted to remember it: "A government that robs Peter to pay Paul can always rely on the support of Paul." -George Bernard Shaw' It had that tounge in cheek universal truth going on. So this guy, who looks like every other Medicaid Stoner Dirtball Grease-Monkey leans over and reads it. Then he says, "Ah, a fan of Shaw? Hmm, seems like a rather scathing critique of a Socialist government."
I mumbled something unintelligent and rang him up, because I couldn't think of a single thing to say that wouldn't result in me having a conversation with this man regading either classic literature (which I am not where I should be in) or politics (dangerouse in the Auto Parts store).
Then he says, "Well, it's always refreshing to meet such a young conservative." and leaves.
Now, I ask, what in the hell am I supposed to say to THAT?
Because he's right. Not in the Christian Rite/Right Wing Republican bumpkin sense of the word, granted, but in the "Hey, I found this nifty document, the Constitution, remeber that, guys?" type of way. In the 'Hi, Government, you keep the shit rolling and I'll keep my life according to me, thank you very much," type of way. In the "Why am I supporting this rapist/murderer/abuser with my taxes," type of way.
My ex-boyfriend calls me a sterotype traitor.
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05:03 pm
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spot the bullshit
The New York Times ran an article today about a law being tossed around in Georgia that would require all prospective votes to have a photo id. Opponents of this law think that it segregates against the poor and the elderly in the region, who presumably would vote Democrat. What made the law stand out was that the official who was to review it was quoted as saying "If rated 'R' movies are important enough to require photo id, then voting is as well." Never mind that the reason id is required for movies is to keep people out. Alledgedly the law is intened to make it harder for people to fudge votes and manipulate elections (which has kinda been an issue in Georgia, apparently) BUT the bill that would pass the law also contains a little 'post script' that allows people who request an absentee ballot without stating a reason. Absentee ballots, by the way, are by far the most common way to fudge votes.
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08:09 am
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Jacko
Am I the only person who finds it odd that Jackson only seems to "molest" boys that either a) deny anything of the sort ever happened or b) whose families have previously tried to extort b-list celebrities or claimed to have been molested BEFORE moving to Never-land Ranch.
I mean, I haven't been following this as closely as I could be, but it seems a little bit strange.
Current Mood:  curious
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09:16 pm
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The Launch of the "Not a Dumbass Lifestyle"
I'm reading the New York Times today, a very interesting article about "Diebesity" (sp?) and how it is an epidemic in America, la la, and how recent study has linked it to eating fast food more than twice a week, general lack of MOVING AROUND and "an economy that makes it easier to eat french fries than fruit."
Well.
So.
I propose the "Not a Dumbass Life Style". In it, people eat like they know they are supposed too, that means minimally canned, and minimally deep fried. Most of the plate loaded up with recognizeable veggies. And also, move, optimally, walk around for 30 mins five times a week.
Would that be so bad?
Current Mood: confused
Current Music: Tiny Dancer
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07:08 pm
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objects in mirror
Almost died today.
I was walking on the side of Rt. 6 when some cretin pulled out onto the shoulder. NEVERMIND that the light was red and he was about 10 cars and one pedestrian from it to begin with. OK. Then the fucker accleerates and I have to do the twist to avoid breaking my elbow on his sideview mirror. Thanks buddy. The adjacent van load of Guatemaleans were so amused? entertained? they neglected to honk at me.
Then I went to the deli and got american cheese and a coffee.
It was a beautiful day out though.
And I'm going to a Garbage concert in NYC next month.
So thats good.
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06:19 pm
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pattie melt
I decided not to go to the gym today, but to get a nice, fattening pattie melt instead. I've been a little under the weather lately, you see, and ever since I was a tot ground beef and french-fries have been just the thing to get my little immune system revving. So I'm walking down Rt. 6 after work when this girl starts calling me, "Hey, need a ride?" ...she must be like 16 & I assume she is one of my sister friends, and as it happens, I DO. SO I jog on over and hop in.
Well.
I get in and she starts chatting me up. It becomes clear that she thinks I'm somebody else. We both have a good laugh. Thats nice.
She drops me off at the Diner. One of the bussers tries to flirt with me a little, "Hey you walk fast... blah blah." I smile and laugh and go to the bathroom to pee. I also try to call my darling Sean to tell him I am fatting myself up at the Diner and not slimming myself down at the gym. Alas, payphone will not work. I ask the hostess if she has a phone I could use and, guess who comes to the resue... the busser! This is exactly why I am always nice to people who flirt with me. So he gives me his (slightly intimidating) tricked out cell phone, I make my call, enjoy my pattie melt, and all is well in the world.
I leave debating wether I would rather have the HIll House edition of Neil Gaiman's Melinda or a pair of cow-boy boots. I have an Ebay gift certificate, you see.
Oh, well, off to feed the snake!
Current Mood:  cheerful
Current Music: Work Radio
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