August 6, 2003
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The daily Poo
So far it is a balmy 81°F (27°c) outside in Tennessee today. But don’t be too self-assured of your ability to survive this heat wave, it actually FEELS like 83°F (29°c) Yes, it is shaping up to be a day in which the masses can safely wear shorts (provided they are not of the planetarily strained bikershort veriety, with which I have some qualms (one of my chief determiners for not shopping at Wal-Mart especially late at night).
Back in Texas right now people live among collective moans of misery as the thermostat continues to climb and the black asphalt flames of shopping mall parking lots and lunchtime eateries continue to rise up against the feet and faces of its hearty tormented ones, almost to embody the gehennish laughter of devils. Or maybe fugitive state senators.
People wonder why Texans are so tough. It is my opinion that it results from four months each year spent on broil. Maybe some people get tough and crusty mixed up. But irrespective of the process, the argument can be made that it is why our babes are hot…at least in the summer, like everyone else.
Okay, here's what I did today:
1. Got a Starbucks frap.
2. Let the dog out. (yes, I did it, "woof, woof woof")
3. Checked my e-mail, foxnews, drudgereport, yadda yadda.
4. I looked for financially solvent companies while listening to Glenn Beck on the radio (he is usually cool - incidentally, I did not get any ideas for my site design from him. It was sheer creative coincidence. However, it has helped me to understand at least to some extent the feeling a women gets when she sees another woman at the party with the same dress on she bought and is wearing today. Guess that means I now have to scratch Glenn's eyes out and spread slanderous whispers...developing...)
5. I blogged locally and abroad.
6. started typing this puppy.
7. Will add things in BLUE to the daily Poo as it is warranted, so stay tuned. (I never flush until the end of the day…at least in blogville!)
Le Pim's
for you, maaan.
Went to the store and met a really cool, cute chica in the check-out line (isn't that what those lines are for?) Anyway, unfortunately it wasn't the produce isle this time, but who knows I might see her again at Starbuck's or at the store. I will keep my eye on the price of eggs. (Please, no flames, I beg ye).
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