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Jun. 9th, 2004
Don't mind me. I'm bitchy. Well, bitchier.
Jun. 9th, 2004 07:23 pmIf I hear one more word about the Ronald Reagan funeral procession crap on the local radio stations, my head's going to spin around and projectile-vomit my last twenty meals. Seriously, some people need to stop sounding so devastated and shocked about the whole thing. The man was older than some of the monuments his body is passing on the way to wherever they plan on propping him up. The fact that he finally died? Yeah, not that much of a shocker.
I'm starting to think the only good thing that'll come out of this (well, for me, anyway) is that I might get paid for one of my vacation days this weekend if they close the station. Grrr.
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Also, it's nice that Julia Roberts is pregnant. And hey, twins. Go, her. But if the entertainment magazines would lay off the usual "Look! A movie star got pregnant!" stuff, I'd be grateful.
Example? "All of her friends say she'll be an excellent mother." Well, jeez, what the hell else are they going to say? "Once she came to Thanksgiving dinner and played touch football with our newborn, and when she made a touchdown, she spiked the kid against the nearest hard surface and did the Icky Shuffle."
And how about "She's always wanted to have children." Again, what's your other option? "She never wanted kids and we had to pry the phone number to the nearest abortion clinic from her clenched white-knuckled fingers."
And they really need to stop making it sound so utterly miraculous she's having twins, too. There's nothing miraculous about a baby conceived in the womb of a woman and fathered by a man. Now, when two homosexual men conceive a child all by their lonesome outside of a fanfic, we'll talk.
I'm starting to think the only good thing that'll come out of this (well, for me, anyway) is that I might get paid for one of my vacation days this weekend if they close the station. Grrr.
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Also, it's nice that Julia Roberts is pregnant. And hey, twins. Go, her. But if the entertainment magazines would lay off the usual "Look! A movie star got pregnant!" stuff, I'd be grateful.
Example? "All of her friends say she'll be an excellent mother." Well, jeez, what the hell else are they going to say? "Once she came to Thanksgiving dinner and played touch football with our newborn, and when she made a touchdown, she spiked the kid against the nearest hard surface and did the Icky Shuffle."
And how about "She's always wanted to have children." Again, what's your other option? "She never wanted kids and we had to pry the phone number to the nearest abortion clinic from her clenched white-knuckled fingers."
And they really need to stop making it sound so utterly miraculous she's having twins, too. There's nothing miraculous about a baby conceived in the womb of a woman and fathered by a man. Now, when two homosexual men conceive a child all by their lonesome outside of a fanfic, we'll talk.
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Jun. 9th, 2004 09:49 pmAm currently packing for my trip. *squeee* Jeez, I so need to go home. I miss my poor, sick, infirmed mother who should have me properly alienated and ready to come back by Saturday night.
Also, am picking out DVDs to take with me bcause I never learn my lesson the first time. *eye roll*
Also, am picking out DVDs to take with me bcause I never learn my lesson the first time. *eye roll*