Today I sewed up the hole in my John Kerry shirt. I will be wearing it tomorrow, in order to rub it in that we're still at war with a country nobody knows anything about. What I mean is that, in 2000, I was twelve and wondering how the fuck Al Gore lost if more people actually voted for him, and now here I am, five years the wiser, wondering how/why we ended up killing people in some Fallujah desert hellhole. I have not made much progress in my research.

My brownies are cooling on the wire rack; those same brownies which I mixed today using my +5 21 inch wooden spoon of magic missile. They are chocolate frosted chocolate brownies with chocolate chips. Watch out for me tomorrow.

~eastwest
[rock together]
i've got a passion
it's called peace.