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I do not recommend spending the day transcribing interviews about someone being handcuffed and burned alive. No, I really, really don't. Tomorrow is *supposed* to be a light day at work, and I hope it is. I have my own business stuff to take care of and a documentary to work on. I am resigned to the balance of power on the Supreme Court lying with assholes who will legislate my freedoms out of existence based on strict religious beliefs which have absolutely nothing to do with my own, even though we are a secular state. Stupid Founding Forefathers should have said "The Court shall make no law..." Somehow, I thought I would be the adventure. Clearly, I am not an E ticket attraction, however I hoped I would grow up to be. My new hair sucks, as I am utterly incapable of styling it. Why the hell didn't I get a single frigging feminine talent? If I were a lesbian, I would figure I was utterly devoid of X-chromosomes. Or is it Y? I can never remember. Whichever it is that imbues you with the ability to dance, style your hair, do your nails, speak softly, flirt well, twirl, shop, or bear children. Bygones. (and not that lesbians can't do those things, but if *I* were a lesbian, I would think I was supposed to be born a guy, since I can't do a single girly thing) At least I wrap presents well. 50 more years. Oy fucking vey. Peace out, copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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