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2007-03-28, 8:53 a.m.:
McCain too is pure evil if he is really going to take this position.

Why is sexual activity so inherently wrong? So wrong that people will countenance death upon needless death from a disease that condoms can help prevent? Oh yeah, I forgot - anything rather than seem to be "encouraging" a fundamental human urge. Dirty, dirty sex! As if we could talk human beings out of wanting to do it.

OH, but I forgot! It's OK if you do it when you're married (though the condoms may still be frowned on so don't get all crazy). Because it's oh so wrong unless you have a stamped certificate from some random authority figure permitting you to remove your clothes in your beloved's presence. This world.

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2007-03-05, 9:58 a.m.:
Back from Mexico. I swam in the ocean just four days ago. It was before noon on Thursday, windy but sunny along a very rugged, pretty stretch of Quintana Roo coastline, and we were being served big plates of cerviche and guacomole and beans and rice and the hottest sauce anyone had ever tasted and big ice-filled buckets of beer in the bottle, and suddenly I realized I had put back three beers with nearly no food in me but I didn't feel a thing. You just can't get drunk at sea level when you live (and normally drink) at 8,500 feet. I got sun poisoning and the baby got something horrific (I think someone gave him lemonade on that there beach) and still has it. But the saltwater, the sand, the little shack from which somehow all this delicious food apeared, the little man who brought the buckets of beer, the beach all to ourselves, the fishing boat floating in front, the blue skies, our ship visible five miles away off the coastline, there were 29 of us including 12 children. Alisa did a string of four backflips and back handsprings in the sand. Ro was eating great handfuls of sand. It was the perfect day even though we had to be back on the boat by 2:30pm. I want to go back. I am mourning the end of vacation. I think I could - and happily would - live in either Mexico or Portugal.

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2007-02-13, 10:45 a.m.:
Well, I took the Seven Deadly Sins quiz. Without going into an excruciating level of detail, suffice to say that I could be a little less greedy, gluttonous, slothful and prideful. Actually, I'm just amazed that I scored so low for wrath. And, uh, envy.

I'm going to hell, I know it. Thank god I'm an agnostic.

(Or an atheist, or a pagan, or a Wiccan, or a pantheist. Or maybe, someday, a Buddhist.)

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2007-02-07, 11:53 p.m.:
DAMMIT. I forgot to become a librarian.

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