Pardon the French, already.

9:33 p.m., Mar. 11, 2003

Diana noted this in my comments, but I think this just proves how out-of-touch the House Republicans are with reality.

I've been known to bitch about how much tax is taken from my sweet, hard-earned paycheck and it bothers me that even two cents goes to this sort of shit. Jackasses. Next thing you know, they're gonna insist on calling brie "soft cheese" or something.

On the up side, someone decided that Jose Padilla can have a lawyer. So it's not the end of the fucking world.

Yet.

Um, anyway. This is a happy day. Four years ago today, Keith and I started going out. We celebrated by going out for curry chips and pot pie. I had half a beer. Also, he bought me red tulips, which was sweet. He's practically Smoove B.

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