19 January
Apparently there is something called an "inauguration" tomorrow.
I could care less. If people want to celebrate the fact that less than 50% of America wanted this imaginary president, that's up to them. Personally, I have decided to ignore anything having anything to do with President Meathead for the next four years, only hoping that he won't be allowed to do too much damage to this country in the minimum time that he will be in office.
I have decided to be one of those spiteful people, like the ones that never gave Clinton a chance. Well, fuck you, Democrats can be exactly as hardheaded as they were.
It is pissing down rain and snow and fog over Washington, which is certainly appropriate. Maybe he'll be struck by lightning. No, then it would be President Chaney, which would probably be worse. Maybe he'll prick his finger on a spindle and the whole kingdom will fall asleep for four years.
A girl can dream.
Today's horoscope:
You will need to compromise with a household member between wider horizonsand the familiar home scene.
One year ago today:
In fact, I think that that is the definition of art: Pictures of the artist's friends hung on strangers walls.
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