How about that
Oddly enough, I had a dream about Judy last night. I slept at her house, except her house was five stories tall and had two other families living in it. There was a long staircase going up the middle. She gave me a tour of the house. very interesting.
watch this space
I should write something about how upset/frustrated/angry this whole lie-about-a-threat-in-order-to-start-a-war thing has made me. But I'm tired right now.
In this case, it doesn't feel good to say "I told you so"...how many thousands of people have died because our president lied to us? I'm sorry, but there's no room for indifference on this issue. Unlike Bush's former cocaine addiction, Gulf War II can't be chalked up to "boys will be boys". His administration is responsible for the mess they made and must not be allowed to weasel out of it or place the blame elsewhere.
Bush lied. People died (2004 campaign slogan)
the little things
You know that annoying feeling when your socks bunch up between your toes? Well, that happened to me while driving today. It's almost enough to make someone (or just me) insane, but thankfully I made it home before it got to that point.
Holy what the?
Just saw Mulholland Drive. What the hell was that? Someone explain, please. I'm afraid of old people now...