Feeling: grouchy
Listening to: Sixpence None the Richer coming from Nimsay's room
Reading/Watching: blah. and blah. and grr.

Sad part is, I don't think this is a joke. I think they're entirely serious, and that's even more scary-level-of-stupid.

Yes, Hurricane Katrina occurred because N'awlins is a City of Sssssssin. Which is why Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Houston, Dallas/FW, San Francisco, Seattle, Chicago, etc etc and every other metropolitan area which contains hookers, casinos, and/or hellpits of infanticide abortion clinics has been struck down by the worst hurricane this age of civilization has ever seen.

Yes, that's it exactly.

That, or maybe your mother shouldn't have smoked crack in her third trimester.

You'll have to excuse me: I've been witchy-with-a-b for the past two or three days. Girly time is not being kind to me, mon coeur is cranky from vicodin and soreness, the wrecked car situation is continually frustrating, and the roommates are not taking the news of mon coeur moving out very well.

And I've suddenly realized that having 25,000 Katrina refugees in Schoolville is not going to make finding a part-time job any easier, so I'd better get on it even more hard-core, because no one wants to give a credit card to a girl who fills the monthly-income part of the credit application with "$800, if it's a good month."

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