{"id":759,"date":"2003-04-28T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2003-04-29T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=49"},"modified":"2003-04-28T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2003-04-29T06:00:00","slug":"something-something","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=759","title":{"rendered":"Something something"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hey.<\/p>\n<p \/>I love you. <!-- yes, you. specifically. --><\/p>\n<p \/>No, wait! Come back!<\/p>\n<p \/>Seriously, it&#8217;s one of those days. All you freaks who I encounter on a regular basis on the streets of this fair city, I love you. If you&#8217;re funny-lookin&#8217;, eccentric, or even just a little unbalanced, you&#8217;re my kinda folk. If you catch me staring and smiling, it&#8217;s out of affection. For real.<\/p>\n<p \/>So, this weekend, I went to a going-away party for a couple of coworkers. It&#8217;s the only kind of party we&#8217;ve had for the past two years, but this one was not to be missed for the sheer volume of gossip and self-loathing. I talked to many ex-coworkers I hadn&#8217;t seen in a long time, and none of them have 1) committed suicide, 2) declared personal bankruptcy, or 3) been reduced to accepting a job as a greeter at Wal-Mart, so that&#8217;s encouraging, at least. Things aren&#8217;t great in the tech world, my droogies. I&#8217;m devoting more time to my portfolio as of late.<\/p>\n<p \/>At the same party, I had an encounter with <a href=http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=23>an old friend<\/a>. After hugging me for waaay too long, waaaaay too tightly, he held my wrists and wouldn&#8217;t let go, despite the HR lady slapping him away, yelling, &#8220;Don&#8217;t touch! Don&#8217;t touch!!&#8221; Apparently, one of my failings is that I&#8217;m too polite to struggle. And I thought once he quit I&#8217;d have no need of that stun gun I was going to order. Time to rethink.<\/p>\n<p \/>In other news, I&#8217;ve been really, really busy lately. In the six weeks sandwiched between the <a href=http:\/\/www.plinko.net\/roadtrip target=out>Deep South Road Trip<\/a> and the Depraved European Adventure, I&#8217;ve gotten kind of booked up. But productivity seems to be creating its own spare time, and it&#8217;s working out well. I&#8217;m much happier not having a spare moment to contemplate what happens next.<\/p>\n<p \/>And Europe. The hotels are booked, the plane tickets purchased, and the frequent flier miles already banked. I&#8217;ll be calling tonight to reserve our Citroen Xantia (or possibly an Opal Vectra, if the mood strikes). Heather&#8217;s getting a crash course in driving a manual transmission, although I&#8217;m partial to a trial-by-fire on the autobahn. She&#8217;s also avidly studying the phrasebook, while I&#8217;m just going to stick to the one most important sentence I can think of: &#8220;Officer, can&#8217;t we just work this out right here and now?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p \/>Yours in solidarity,<br \/>Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hey. I love you. No, wait! Come back! Seriously, it&#8217;s one of those days. All you freaks who I encounter on a regular basis on the streets of this fair city, I love you. If you&#8217;re funny-lookin&#8217;, eccentric, or even just a little unbalanced, you&#8217;re my kinda folk. 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