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I don't know about the rest of you, but after this election year, no matter what the results look like on Election Night, I'm getting plastered. Wheee! (I may use that as an excuse to call in sick the next day, even though I've never really had anything worse than a little headache the day after.)

Prime Minister Tony Blair denied Wednesday that he misrepresented intelligence about Iraqi weapons before the war, rejecting growing demands in Parliament that he apologize. *sigh*

American pop star Britney Spears said on Wednesday she wants to change her name after marrying 26-year-old dancer Kevin Federline last month. *rubs temples* You know what new stories about Britney Spears and Kevin Federline make me think about anymore? That scene in Airplane! where everybody lined up to smack some sense into the hysterical lady. Uh-huh.

Hee! Baby koala!

Load of pig guts spills across an intersection in Arkansas. You know, considering Arkansas was usually right after Pennsylvania on the list of the worst roads in America, you'd think pig guts would actually improve the roads ... you know, after they filled the potholes and festered into hardness. Yeah, they'd smell, but still.

Police Chase Blues Brother Impersonator *dies laughing*

All right, enough links. Off to write.

EDIT: The world faces a surge in extreme weather events because of global warming and governments must act immediately to avert disaster, Britain's chief scientist said on Tuesday. *whimper* Erm, I'm sorry? (Maybe I shouldn't pick up The Day After Tomorrow on Friday. It may give my apocalyptic mutant abilities baaaaaad ideas.)

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Okay, let's be serious for a minute here. Let's say that Bush really does get re-elected. What do you honestly think is going to happen in the next four years if that occurs?

(Don't mind me. I'm just curious.)

EDIT: I'd just like to add for the record that considering how destructive people have been this election year, I wouldn't be surprised if, no matter which one gets elected, there's an assassination attempt in the next year. I don't think one is going to happen, but if one does ... yeah, I won't be shocked. There are some seriously screwed-up, pissed-off people who are totally against both major candidates.

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I don't get my paycheck until tomorrow and I have about five bucks to my name until then.

Now's a bad time for me to get specific food cravings, man. *stomach growls*

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I'm going to be on the bus during much of the debate, and it's not like I have a TV anyway, so if anybody wants to comment in this post to say, "WTF?! What did Dubya/Kerry just say?!", that'd be nice. And, I imagine, pretty cathartic. :)

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You know when the grandfather in Lost Boys says he doesn't need a television because he gets the TV Guide? I don't have a TV, but I have 202 DVDs and over seven hundred people on my friends list, so I manage. :)

Mt. St. Helens is supposed to be all glowing with lava. Well, you can ... uh, kinda see it. *pokes web cam* You'll forgive me if I'm seeing something a little more keychain flashlight and a little less like the Disney Light Parade float I was hoping for.

Also, I'm going to throttle the next guy at work who thinks he's being polite by picking up any box bigger than five pounds because I'm a woman and women should have to carry heavy boxes. You know what? For almost twenty years, I had to carry twenty-five pound bags of cat litter into our house on a regular basis. As tiny as I am, I can be a freakin' pack animal when I have to be. And considering that I spend most of the day sitting at a desk in front of the computer and then come home to do the same, I'd appreciate it if I could be allowed to pick up a few ten-pound boxes all by my weak, vagina-saddled self. Jesus.

And while I'm at it, the same guy who insisted on moving boxes for me like I'm a goddamn toddler because I'm apparently so weak also had the gall to tell me that I should stop eating so much junk or I was going to blow up like a balloon. Gee, how polite. First off, I've never weighed more than 140 pounds in my life, and only then after I gained the freshman fifteen in college, and secondly, maybe I'd have an easier time being the skinniest girl working at the station if you'd respect my decision and stop moving my fucking boxes.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand then I threw boxes at his head. Or I did, in my head, using a very large, mechanical catapult.

Oh, and Bill O'Reilly's getting sued for sexual harrassment, so he sued back. I know it's Bill O'Reilly and I think he's an ass anyway, but 60 million dollars? Ron and Fez had a point tonight when they were talking about it and said the people whose families died on September 11th didn't even get that much. Then they started joking about it at the same time I was entering the information into the computer for an airway bill to South Africa, they started cracking wise about dildos and masturbating, and somewhere in the middle of all of that, I mistyped Pretoria as "Pretoris". There's something I really needed to know about myself ... talking about sex around me while I'm typing will cause me to make spelling errors that rhyme with sexual vocabulary words.