look at me

so there's this site i've sort of grown fond of for some reason. it's all good. try it, maybe you'll like it.
i mean it isn't pray for w ^* but then what is?


^* by all research, this is a real site. so i guess that would be it.

anyway, that's all i can say for bushie right now anyway. just thinking anything more is likely to be most unhealthy for me. we're back up to code orange. maybe next week we'll be code red. little bush really does need prayer then, doesn't he? or his soul, anyway. does he even have one? or is he the antichrist?
hmmm.

but this is what i get for having to stand around for 30+ minutes at the mofo post office at 1am. i mean, who goes to the post office then, really? i guess i do, because i hang around at work, then wander my sorry boot-ay up there, but please.... if hadn't lugged my mail up to that point (because the neighborhood post office also was sporting a line), i'd have said frick it.
instead, i just kept musing.

by the way, while standing in line, i also decided to give up swearing in my journal for lent. this, despite the fact that well, i'm not catholic. i was raised psychotic lutheran, which means i don't believe in giving things up for lent. and this also despite the fact that i'm a little, well, late. i'm still going to go ahead and see if i can pull it off (i.e. consistently remember my vow).
which, i'm not promising i can do.
please, no side bets. that's just wrong.