by compared2what? » Sat Mar 15, 2008 2:41 pm
I'd join a tea party. Especially if it involved throwing anything into a harbor. I'd just have to do some advance work on myself in order to make sure I didn't infect the whole gathering with the bleak and implacable virus of my own inconsolability. But that's a short, simple ritual, requiring only lip-gloss, a dead-stock bottle of '70s-era Tabu, and a few protective totems.
And, of course, someone to walk in front of me ringing a bell and calling, "Unclean! Unclean!" Other than that, nuthin' but a party girl, just like one million more all over the world. You know -- the agoraphobic million!
“If someone comes out of a liquor store with a weapon and 50 dollars in cash I don’t care if a Drone kills him or a policeman kills him.” -- Rand Paul
