It's me. Just me.
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John-frickin-Calvin So there I am with my seasame chicken, rice noodles, and a tall Dr Pepper, listening to the conversation of people around me. There was one couple who obviously had met in a bar. Don't pretend that you don't know what I mean. There was another man who was sitting at his table alone. I'm sure the mullet had nothing to do with his solitude. The table that piqued my interest was the table consisting of 3 men and 3 women. All of them were at least 60 years old. 2 of the women were wearing some really interesting wigs. They had a wide variety of topics to discuss. They went from Tom DeLay to the fact that tornado alley is shifting to taxes to something about smoke and mirrors (apparently the woman who said that comment is well acquainted with smoke and mirrors because they are in her bathroom has she's putting that wig on. these people aren't her friends otherwise they would tell her that it looks like she has offed a diabetic squirrel and then glued it to her scalp) and then finally the conversation moved to cats. The other wig woman has a daughter that owns the land adjacent to hers. Her daughter wants to turn it into an animal shelter. She already has a few animals that were rescued and is now seeking sanctioning from the state. Some of these animals that are already there is a litter of kittens whose mother died just after they were born. The father is nowhere to be found, the deadbeat. Now, before you go, "Awwwwww," there is still another element to this story that has yet to be revealed. The mother had rabies while she was pregnant. Because of the rabies, these kittens all have brain damage. You haven't lived until you've seen a 65 year old woman with a bad wig on doing an imitation of a retarded kitten trying to eat.
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<<2007-08-21 - 8:23 p.m.>>Have you ever gone out to eat by yourself? I don't do it frequently but I it happens. Like tonight, it happened. I had a craving for the rice noodles at Hunan. I was feeling a bit sorry for myself as it was, but that can be blamed on John Calvin, the unhuggable bastard.