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I learned today that Mussolini’s first job was in a chocolate factory. And, well, that’s a coincidence as far as the naming of this site, but it’s funny. What I’m really trying to decide is if Benito and the Chocolate Factory would’ve been better or worse than the original. Oompa loompas, baby. So yeah! I was thinking yesterday that I should update, but I realized that everything I came up with was going in the same direction. Like, I wanted to tell you about autoshop last week, but it would end up being a rant about timid girls who don’t speak up or take the opportunities that are given them. Or about people who struggle with every little thing they do and need constant handholding. So then I was thinking of the other hot topic this week, about women who have no problem expecting men to support them. Because they think they make a good accessory, or something? I dunno. That’s one that is guaranteed to send me into a lather, so I’ll stop. But, yes, I did say ‘lather’. Today I have found myself bobbing around in a little rubber raft in the blood-red sea of company politics. Strange thing is I’m not affected at all, at least not directly. But I will testify, yes indeedy. Tonight I’m going to chill and then go heart me some Huckabees. It’s the thing to do. Overandout.Jenni