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LA Weekly does a better job of describing K-Town than I can.

First it was French Fries. Now Courier New 12 is banned in all US diplomatic documents. I am partial to Trebuchet 10.

I’m currently making some lovely Valentines Day cards. Email me yr addy if you want one. If you’re too lazy to click the link to my info to get my email addy, tough shit.

Ok. That does it. In November, if there are no viable candidates for President, I will go ahead and write my name in. Kerry is a lying bastard. Dean doesn’t know what side of an issue he’s on. Edwards is… Well I don’t know. Sharpton and Kucinich probably won’t win anything. Clark seems scary.

Are you seriously trying to tell me these are our options?

What a horrible morning. It seemed like no matter what I did, I could
not wake up. Now I’m feeling the post-lunch fatigue. I just want to get
through today so I can look forward to getting paid tomorrow.

A coworker of mine brought a jigsaw puzzle to work on during her break
times. Even though I’m not a big fan of jigsaws, I started fiddling
around with it today. All of the sudden, I have the urge to go out and
buy one of my own. So it looks like I will be purchasing something this
weekend. Hell, my Sundays are free now that football season is over.
Mmmmm. Puzzles.

Ok. That’s it. Must work on writing tonight.

Question: Who’s going to The Smell to see Gogogo Airheart, Chromatics, Year Future and Child Pornography on Saturday?

Answer: Me!

Once and for all, this should set everyone straight.

It came down pretty hard last night. At one point I was outside having a
cigarette. Now I’m usually pretty sheltered from the rain when I’m
smoking, but I got pretty wet standing on the staircase leading up to my
apartment.

Stolen from chrisholifield

Yummy. Brady really should’ve stripped off after winning. Excuse me while I use the restroom. Um. Yeah!

Oh. I am a ball of acid-reflux badness. I know I shouldn’t drink coffee, but I need it. Each sip is like a grenade detonating in my stomach. Oof. Another one goes. Someone shoot me? Please?

Gripe time. I hate CBS. I hate their football broadcasts. Both Greg Gumbel and Phil Simms are snoozers. During the first half when it was a defensive struggle, I kept thinking how John Madden and Al Michaels would call it. Or Joe Buck, Troy Aikman and Cris Collinsworth. Zzzzzzzzzzzz.

To top it off, it seems like every CBS post-season game has been wrought with technical glitches. Bad camera angles, bad feeds, bad transmissions. It drives me insane. I hope next year either FOX or ABC gets it.

Um. That’s it. I think I’m going to take a nap now. G’night.