Saturday, Jul. 10, 2004 - 10:23 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Fuckity Fuckity Fireworks
fuckity fuckity fuckity.
Now i have vaccuumed the floor, and walked the dog, for only a couple minutes, because she is afraid of the noise of the fireworks.
Yes, that is the fuckity fuckity fuck.
In making my schedule later, I totally forgot that the f'-in international fireworks competition is from 10-10:30 pm, blocking off the whole bottom of my street where I get onto the highway. Totally blocked off with roadblocks, police cars etc, and about 700,000 pedestrians. Who have all parked their cars a ways away, and at 10:30 pm sharp will be like rats leaving a sinking ship... fanning out in all directions in mass panic trying to beat the traffic jam of leaving.
So, I have roadblocks and then a traffic jam. Yup. Brilliant me.
The only way around it is to drive all through downtown, which on a Saturday night is sort of like a very slow parade. Fuckity fuckity fuckity. A very slow parade with red lights.
Oh well, I shall have my shower, and deal with it.
Oh I am SOOO happy to go to this party on the other side of town.
Now I remember why I don't normally go out til midnight. All the normal people have gone home by then and the streets are actually negotiable.
If you feel like more moaning, read my previous entry tonight.
But remember, my floor is tidy now. yay.
Ps more fuckity fuckity... I just remembered that the streets downtown I projected to use instead of my street are closed because of the Jazz Festival. Whole city blocks are closed off. Did I mention there is a reason why I don't have a car?? And if I weren't supposed to be volunteering at 2am, I would cancel the f-in car and take the subway underneath all this mayhem. But no, car it will be. I project it will take about an hour to drive what should be under 20 minutes. Fuckity fuckity fuck...fuckity.yeah fuckity.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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