So...another day under Dubya, another right taken away.

The Senate has passed a ban on the rather ineptly named �partial birth� abortions (see pandionna�s terrific description of the truth, if need be). Of course, Bush has promised to sign this ban himself (big surprise).

I understand people not being interested in politics; not being interested in fighting about politics. I can especially understand this on a day like today, when I am just so sick of everything I want to run screaming into the Canadian Yukon. I do not, however, understand why/how we can all just sit back in blessed ignorance while this administration pillages our rights. For God�s sake, there are people literally dying in some parts of the world in an effort to obtain the rights we so gleefully take for granted. Not only is this law going to pass, so that you won�t be able to get an abortion if you don�t happen to figure out you�re pregnant until the fourth month, but Bush is also nominating �pro-life� (another misleading term which I detest) judges to the bench while we�re all chatting about our last date over Mochaccinos.

It doesn't take much effort or even interest in politics to call or write to your representatives and tell them how you feel about these issues.

Of course, if you think abortion should be illegal, you are probably overjoyed right now and the above-paragraphs do not apply to you.

Before I stop talking about politics totally (for today, not forever you silly people), I must also ask that you go read this diary right now. Or better yet, read the New Yorker article to which he refers.

Then come talk to me about �Operation Iraqi Freedom.�

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Go wish this rockin� gal a happy birthday, will ya? She so deserves to have one.

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Misc. Baloney About My Life

Sondra and I went to Disneyland on Sunday, in post-birthday celebration. We had a blast! No weirdness, just lots of fun. Oh and the temporary remodel of the Haunted Mansion, using characters from The Nightmare Before Christmas? Tres� groovy. Loved it.

Sondra and I talked about our penchant for boozing it up, as inferred in that last post of mine back there. I think she has a drinking problem. She has at least decided she should watch how much she drinks, which is a good sign. Maybe she just needs to slow down. I know that when I am in the midst of some huge emotional upheaval, I can not be trusted around the alcohol. Therefore, when in the midst of some huge emotional upheaval, I just stay away entirely. Sometimes for months, believe it or not. It's happened. Honest.

We also talked a tad about Original Mike and The Bitch. Mike has been playing with Lou�s band at times and did so last weekend. As they were both there, The Bitch and Sondra ended up talking about me (again). The Bitch said she does not dislike me (um...eyah...whatever) but that she is jealous of me.

Not that I didn�t guess that already, but I thought it had more to do with Mike than me...you know, her not trusting Mike. So my response when hearing that she is jealous was the same as it is whenever I hear such a ludicrous notion.

Huh?

You guys, I am SO not a person one should be jealous of. I�m a dork. An at times socially-inept dork. I�m not even all that attractive, for Pete�s sake and I tend to be at least 10 lbs. overweight at all times. Sometimes (you know, like today for instance) even more than 10 lbs.

What the fuck?

Anyway...I just wish they�d stop talking about it.

I do admit to a grudging respect for the fact that she admitted all of this to Sondra. Frankly, I also have a bit of respect for the fact that, if she doesn�t like me, she doesn�t act like she does. Why be fake, right?

That said, she is still the rudest bitch I have ever met and since I almost always see her when I am at a bar in support of her boyfriend�s band, she just needs to knock that shit off already and get over it. She doesn�t have to like me and let�s face it, it�s a bit too late for that anyway. But she doesn�t have to go out of her way to be rude to me, which believe me when I tell you she does.

I said one stupid thing to her like two years ago. I said one stupid thing while I was incredibly, terribly drunk, I might add. I later apologized. The next time I saw OM and Bitch was at a bar where I proceeded to send them drinks as a sort of peace-offering. I say hello and smile whenever I happen to see her.

How do I merit her being incredibly rude to me every freakin� time I see her?

And why have I now written about this woman like a dozen times?

It is now way past time for me to go home from work, so I am ending this entry now. Hasta, kids!

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Word of the Day for Wednesday October 22, 2003:

panacea pan-uh-SEE-uh, noun:

A remedy for all diseases, problems, or evils; a universal medicine; a cure-all.

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