Wednesday, August 11, 2004
The cops in river grove have started giving me silly "blocking the sidewalk" tickets ever since I put an Obama For US Senate bumper sticker on my car. I can't wait for my tires to get slashed when the Kerry sticker arrives in the mail.
I've been on a greens kick lately. One salad has lettuce, spinach, cliantro, green onions, white onions, carrots, celery, green peppers, & jalapenos. Topped with ranch. Next time, ceasar. I also love my spinach, lemon juice and parmesan salad, bacon bits optional.
The best part of the greens kick is using the vegetable juicer. It gyroscopicly shreds anything you put into it, spearating flesh from fluid. I threw a few grapfruits, lemons, green peppers, carrots, and ginger chunks into it and the result certainly cleared my nostrils. Tasted weird. But good.
I have an electrical problem with my car. Remote locks, interior lights, clock radio, all dead. Not a fuse problem. I've found myself talking to billboards, freight liners, and roving wildlife to fill the aural void. They're usually unkind remarks and derisive diatribes directed at folks who think 45 means 30.
It's odd typing from my brain. I havent done this semi-seriously in a long time. It's like pulling on an old pair of jeans that are too short and too much of my socks are showing when I sit down and cross my legs. Pinchy at the knees, too.
Time to read several months worth of other people's journals.
Everybody should vote.
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