A few wacky weeks of weddings ends with Bush snarling ‘No same-sex marriages.’ Becuase it would destroy the sanctity of marriage. Gee, and I thought it was the rampant divorce rate.
It’s Wednesday. I don’t remember anyone asking me if it could be Wednesday. I don’t like Wednesday. It’s a strange and fey day.
In a past life I used to be one of those geeks. All I can say now is that I bathe regularly and dress better than my mother had hoped, but not as well as she’d like.
Doing taxes by hand is strange and fey. The laws are perplexing, and I miss my old 1040EZ. Why, oh why must I be an adult?
This is mostly some excerpts and summaries from my employee handbook.
More crap about Freedom of Speech and why you need to learn that sending in a complaint is one thing, but accusing someone else of curtailing a right and being totally wrong about it makes you an ass.
Unexpected conversations with you know who. Don’t you know? Really, if it’s you, wink twice at me.
I’m not anti-American, but I’m not a gung-ho, rah rah American sort. And isn’t it stupid that we’re ‘Americans’ but dozens of nations exist on the Americas?
Diamonds are so not a girl’s best friend. Facial care is.