Well, I blow into the ERC. And who is at the Meg's table but the beautiful Lindsay?! She knows I stopped going to the Meg's on Riverside because of her (incessant, possessive) gossip, apparently. I am glad I never wrote that anti-Meg's letter. (I like causing trouble when I have to, but keep it as low-key as possible. That way I live to fight another day). I'm sure Lindsay heard about my complaint to Starbucks by now. This town is so inbred, and Lindsay's got here ear to the tracks). Anyway, she was surprised I didn't act mad at her. So, it went pleasantly. I'm glad that nonsense is out of the way.
I am way classy.
She would be too if she would stop the gossipping.
I was thinking of asking people here if I could take their pictures, since I need to use up this role of film, which has pictures I need to process for our insurance company. I thought taking pictures would be yet another quirky thing I could do to get people (like the security guy) off guard again, and spread my infernal infamy. But since it was Lindsay instead of Carla, I didn't want to chance spoiling a good thing. So maybe I'll go take pictures of nature. Funny how we don't see that WE are nature, huh?!
I'll get around to raking the fucking leaves.
from hot_pink_latex, who has green hair:
Found this on some community....
Pretzel Bomb 2005
On January 14th, 2005, we Americans who are furious with the current President will each send one grab-bag-sized bag of pretzels to the White House (just to show we care) at the following address:
The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW
Washington, DC 20500
Spread this message to every anti-Bush associate you know; post it on message boards, communities, etc. that you belong to.
Spread the word!