Presidential candidates are certainly the crap of the crop this November 2008. If wishy-washiness was a selling point, I’d have a number of options to choose from. Alas, it isn’t and all these people are pushing all these dumb prospects and it’s a dumb situation, overall. But really, I know nothing of politics and still I’m disillusioned, a year and a half before election day.
I was pretty upset that I couldn’t run for president for at least another fourteen years, as I’ve lived out of the country, then it occurred to me that I won’t be thirty-five years of age in the next fourteen years anyhow, so I have nothing to worry about. May I never move out of my dear nation ever again!
Did you know that cayenne pepper can actually cure sore throats? My inexplicable urges to eat straight up Cajun Seasoning whilst sick are apparently no longer inexplicable.
“I had a dream and you were in it. No, really. You were an evil spirit and you kept haunting my niece.” -My boss
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The artist walks among the flowers
Appreciating the sun
He does this all his waking hours
But is it really so wrong?
-Daniel Johnston
