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oh we are against pat robertson.
we are against him and bloated bellies.
bitchslaps from new marketing directors.
and not being as clever as we should.
we are against dogs losing their owners.
TSA nazis in philly international.
benazir bhutto's marketing blitz.
and non-compete clauses.
we are against turd burglers
who natter interminably outside the bathroom door while we are pooing.
toilets that clog.
and wishing he'd text us.
we are against NOT being an island.
we are against losing our religion.
we are against growing old.
we are against being cranky,
but sometimes it cannot be avoided.
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We are also against exboyfriends. But that is to be expected. Especially when we had the chance to poison them and we did not.
we are against squandered opportunities!
and so we are ambivalent about turning private responses into public posts.
We are against hard crusts on cheese too. Some hard fucking cheese is unavoidable, but not great big bands of it.
we are against airport bars that serve watery whiskey. a dash of water is fine; amber tea is not, esp when it's a double.
Ah, poor thing, you win. I miss BCN airport, were asking for a G&T left a fatcat wondering where exactly she was supposed to put the tonic. Le sigh.
after the 24K satdee i trekked round and round the liquor store because the broadcast UD football game - our football - went into 7 overtimes; and when i arrived home and unpacked the case i'd assembled, most of it was rioja.
a Sign?
for you??
Eeeeeeee! Snap you owe me a soda. I am just about to open a Rioja in 4 mins! A Campo Viejo reserva, 2003 to be very precise. And oh fuck, after the day I've had I am going to enjoy a glass of it, maybe two, oooh, I'll be WILD after that. Wild I tell you.
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