Thursday, Jul. 15, 2004 - 2:16 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Second entry tonight. First is here.
I got this via my new read, Breezip who is a dyke who lives in San Fran and writes about Fahrenheit 9/11, politics, interesting restaurants in Berkeley and the Mission District, and scathing remarks about the dykes in the only dyke bar (imagine, yes, there is only ONE) in SF.
Oh, I wanted to say that I DID finish off a film by taking pics of the doggy cart, avec et sans pitou... I should get em back on Friday. Today another trip with the trailer provoked many idiot remarks. Remind me to take her out in hugely public places late at night. I thought the traffic would be the problem, instead it is the incessant stupid questions and remarks, pretty much all the same. I shall write a paper that I shall photocopy and give out to people, so I don't have to answer (and get into stupid arguments with people who insult me). Apparently if I reflected for two minutes and cared to use my brain, i would know that a Saint Bernard is not a city dog, it is a country dog. Yeah right. My bloody dog cannot even walk for 30 minutes straight. What the hell is she going to do in the country?? Lie in the shade which is what she does here. Oh, and maybe I should shave her so it's less hot. And maybe she is thirsty (five minutes after drinking half the lake in the park). And maybe her hair and maybe her weight and and and. Well, jeesh. Maybe in 8 and a half years I have had way big experience with a Saint Bernard in the city and thus am pretty capable of judging if it is a good match or not. Fucker.
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Bye! me, wenchie.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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