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{Reservations} {Tickets} {Map} {Photos} {Souvaniers} {Postcards} {Design} 2002-03-25 | 9:45 a.m. They're outside, right now, taking the garbage away. I can hear the *clunkityclunk* of big brown plastic cans and the grouchy, grinding sound of the compactor and truck engine. Last night, during the Oscars, I tried to log onto diaryland, but the site was down. Instead, I chatted a bit on Dalnet and read a little on the wtp boards. Talked to Mona... haven't chatted with her in months. She looks wonderful. Happy. People in the chatrooms were all crapping themselves about the black/white issues surrounding the Oscar winners. Issues, Tissues. Let those morons be lying in a bed on a burn unit, with 15% of their bodies covered in crispy, stinky flesh and we'll see how hi skin color and race is on their list of concerns. When you're scarred, when you're charred, everything changes. Miss These? absence of life - 2003-07-28 |
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