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Oct. 15th, 2002

My father related to me tonight that a lot of the crane operators at Norfolk Naval (he works on the base, is retired military) are being moved out to Earl, New Jersey to load ammunition stores onto ships.

Guess who's getting ready to make good on his daddy's promises?
It's just disgustipating.

I'm eating an apple fritter. It isn't very good really. Because it's from Krispy Kreme. And they make everything horrible except plain glazed donuts. Those are pretty good. I've never understood the southern obsession with Krispy Kreme.

I don't think I've met a person in this area in the last... year or more... who wasn't just a jackass. Yet another reason to get the hell out of this city.

I'm angry and disappointed today. Heh... no one noticed though. Which, well... thank god for that.


Oct. 16th, 2002 11:56 am (UTC)
I've learned not to talk to people about the impending war on iraq (part 2) because I quickly get angry and lose all respect for them.
According to some of the national polls something like 80 percent of those responding are in favor of it.
Norway just keeps looking better and better.

I'm not a big fan of donuts, but I really wanted something sweet and those apple thingies were the only thing in the house. If I'm going to get donuts, it'll be munchkins from dunkin donuts becuase I don't live anywhere near a Westernco Donut.

Those thingies are called dippin dots. They're "Space Age Ice Cream!" or something like that. They're these weird lil dry-ish bits of ice cream. They're cold and they melt when you put them in your mouth, but they're these perfect pastel lil balls before that.
Weird stuff.


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