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March 14th, 2001 - 5:25ish in the pmI'm Currently Avoiding:
I'm gonna cry.
No, seriously. I'm gonna cry. Diaryland deleted my entry again due to my hitting the back button after they'd flipped over the day by hitting the backspace when I thought I was typing in the box, when in reality the cursor, b/c of my faulty mouse button, was not in a box at all. And this after I'd put in two words of the day, the days of the day, explained where I was for two days...it involved Girl Scout Cookies, UFO's with sheep and friggin cows, honey roasted cashew nuts, and me not telling some of the conspiracy b/c of the fact that then the .gov and .mil people who have been here via google searching for some strange things would be on to me. The sheep scare me b/c of the aviator helmets and the guns, more than the friggin cows do. There was even a link, and I was going to mock Bush and then call this entry done b/c I'd already spent nearly two hours on it. But b/c Diaryland did that mean thing to me, all you get it Bush mocking b/c diaryland deleted everything else and I'm not typing or copying and pasting anything else. Bastards. Blame diaryland if you don't like this entry or it's too short. And now you'll never know about acerbic and parlance b/c diaryland deleted it.
Coat and tie are, for men, now required in the Oval Office. And blue jeans in the West Wing are strictly verboten, as one junior staffer recently found out to his chagrin. Reportedly, a meeting was called for a Saturday; only this poor fellow didn't know that the President of the United States would be attending, so he came dressed casual. So far, so bad. Then, the story goes, President George Bush the elder stopped in -- which stopped the meeting. We're told he wanted to know why the young man wore jeans into the White House. The much-embarrassed junior staffer reportedly apologized profusely. We bet it doesn't happen again.
Yeah. I had something I was going to mock in here. It probably had something to do with the fact that the Texan doesn't like jeans, which is just silly. Everyone knows that Texas has an almost mandatory jeans regiment. But I just don't feel like it anymore, b/c diaryland has made me sad and I'm gonna cry. Bye.
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