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dogs
the day that c and i go here to bring home a new friend is rapidly approaching i think. quite exciting.

oh dear
who knew 29 came with a huge hangover? more importantly, when did i become so responsible that i go to work with a huge hangover?

oh, and
this is the sort of gift a super-cool husband gives. MUCH better than, like, a vacuum cleaner.

i'm 29 today
also born today: sisqo and nick lachey (aka mr. jessica simpson). i am ready for 29. i think it's going to be good.

my birthday
it's almost time for me to turn the big 2-9, so tomorrow night c and i do early celebrating with dinner here. can we say: deee-lish? though it will be kind of weird to not have this actually be my birthday. but tuesdays are just not good days to go out for a fancy-ish dinner with lots of wine. because wednesday is right there waiting for you.

there is nothing worse
than being slightly hung over, sick from too much junk food, and totally depressed at the same time. it now looks like we have four more years of the smirking git as our president. i don't know what to say other than i still cannot understand why you would vote for him, why you think he's done so well that he deserves this job security, and why you aren't the least bit afraid of what he'll do now that he doesn't have to get re-elected in four years. it's a free pass, baby. i fully expect to be forced into a burka by the end of his term, watching gay people getting tarred and feathered while the bombs drop on any nation that so much as dares to look at us cross-eyed. thanks a lot, f-ing heartland. thanks a whole lot. it's time to get activist or something.

just in time
to save c and i from killing each other during marathon party preparation last night was a showing of "the war room" on IMC. i love that movie--it makes me believe that truth and justice (or at least, a really good politician) win out in America's democratic process. then of course this morning our polling location was a mess, but one must break a few eggs to get an omelette, right? go kerry!

it's time to rock the vote, all
i can't believe the election is tomorrow. stoked about the election party, but apprehensive and stressed about the contest itself. i will go for another year without french fries if kerry wins. you heard it here first. reverse the curse!

i cannot believe it
let's go red sox! and goodbye french fries, until 10/27/05 for me!