We have a strudelocracy now, God help us. He’s already in bed with the Enron people apparently, and somehow I don’t think the reduced car tax is worth the embarrassment.
The next person to make a “you californians are so wacky” joke gets his or her ass kicked. We’re a huge place full of working people, mostly industrial. We don’t sit around in our Malibu mansions staring at crystals all day. Get over the stereotypes.
At least we don’t have government officials on gaybashing sprees yet.
Something in my house smells like airplane glue. I hope it isn’t my yogurt dressing.
I hope to see some or all of you at genericus‘s BIG ROCK SHOW tonight.
I might just go eat worms, though. It’s been that kind of day. Sometimes I really feel that everyone who is pleasant to me is faking it, and that I’m actually the most despised creature on earth. I hope they find that brain chemical soon, that feeling really sucks.