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There are no words.
Oct. 7th, 2003 10:17 pmI'm stinking drunk. Three glasses of wine, two sheets to the wind.
Por que Cassandra, you never drink...
Heartache? Heartbreak? Nope, it's the goddamned election.
I'm disgusted, not at Arnold Schwarzenegger, he's just an asshole riding an unlikely streak of good luck and Republican strategy, but with my fellow Californians who voted for that ignorant, misogynist, big fucking bohunk. It's obscene.
Shanghai here I come.
Fuck this shit.
PS The birthday went well, but I'll write more on that when I'm sober.
Por que Cassandra, you never drink...
Heartache? Heartbreak? Nope, it's the goddamned election.
I'm disgusted, not at Arnold Schwarzenegger, he's just an asshole riding an unlikely streak of good luck and Republican strategy, but with my fellow Californians who voted for that ignorant, misogynist, big fucking bohunk. It's obscene.
Shanghai here I come.
Fuck this shit.
PS The birthday went well, but I'll write more on that when I'm sober.
