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Dec. 31st, 2002

The Saipan and the Ponce are headed off to be ammunition stocked.
A Virginia National Guard group has been tapped for one year of full duty.
The air force first fighter wing got its orders last week and are shipping out.
Goodbye, 2002... Hello war!

North Korea? North Korea will listen to reason. But not that horrible iraq! No sir!
I hate this president.

I'm ringing in the new year with a horrible bout of cramps and I'll probably be in the tub, clutching my knees to the chest, wondering just how difficult it would be, really, to rip out my ovaries to make sure I never have to do this again.
Besides, I don't understand new year's eve. I never really have.
Today is the 31st, tomorrow is the 1st. That's all, really.
I mean.. yes... I *understand* it. But I understand it the same way I understand having a penis.

Besides all that, the last new years' eve that I gave a damn about was several years ago and I spent the wee hours of the new year cleaning puke off my journals and books in a freezing room with a guy with regurgitated brocolli stuck to his chest.
He apologized for weeks.

It's just another day, really. ::shrug::
However, if that's your thing and you're into the parties and the resolutions and the reflection then I wish you very very well.


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Dec. 31st, 2002 08:28 pm (UTC)
Oh how I love you read you some days...
Dec. 31st, 2002 10:57 pm (UTC)
Merlin gets one of her ovaries out this month, it looks like.

Reflection is a good thing, and I guess if they have to schedule a special day for it, that's better than not remembering to do it at all.
Jan. 1st, 2003 02:16 am (UTC)
See? Fuckin' broccoli, man. Won't touch it.

Aside from that, relevant or not, happy new year. I was gonna call all drunkdeded-like, but then I remembered your work schedule and decided against it. Hope you got some rest, ovaries and all.
Jan. 1st, 2003 04:08 am (UTC)
love brocolli, gives me gas like noones business...

hmmm, i guess i just made it your business...wait, my excuse it too much stoli vanil
Jan. 1st, 2003 01:29 pm (UTC)
Heh. It wasn't the brocolli. It was the fact that he'd never had alcohol in his life and decided, against my instructions and begging, to sample some from every bottle on the table. He was really drunk but just fine until he decided to lay down to sleep.

And I would have loved a drunken phone call, though I appreciate the thoughtfulness. I didn't sleep until the wee hours anyway. You know me.
I'll rest when I'm dead.
Or by taking naps in the afternoons, curled up with my cat.

like an old lady.
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