Ok. Yesterday was a day of hell for me at work. I won’t go into the details, but let me just say it involved lots of cussing and raised voices (and that’s just what I contributed to the whole thing). Anyhow thanks to all of those who came to my li’l shindig Friday night, especially angwe and athenae (since they made a trip from Westlake Village to be there). But I had a really enjoyable night involving spilled drinks, being hit on by girls (ewwwwwwwww), my tiara crushing my fauxhawk and whacking people with my scepter. There were a couple people who were complete poopchutes (C___ and M___), but it was very very fun altogether. Since the war has started, I have tried to avoid spouting my views in this journal. I mean it’s more than obvious I’m against this little shin-dig put on by our selected president and friends. I’m sure Bush is smiling a grin as wide as the Grand Canyon for killing hundreds of innocent civilians. I’m sure Rumsfeld is giving himself a pat on his back for having his plans of world domination finally come to fruition. I’m sure Powell is mighty happy that his lying and forging of documents has given him the use of his mighty penis. And what is all of this for? Liberation? Everyone knows Amerika’s track record for liberation. If it’s anything like what they did in Chile on 9/11/74 or in Indonesia or countless other nations, no wonder the Iraqi civilians are up in arms. Eh. I was going to be more eloquent about this, but it is not to be. Fuck it. PS. Thanks urbanemonkey and co. for the tiara and scepter!!!!! Tee hee. They can read my mind. 🙂