May 11, 2000 -- 11:00 AM EST
I got my "Travel" issue
of Bust Magazine.
I'm torn between two
opinions:
- That it was an entertaining,
destressing read last night. I like the magazine.
- That if it doesn't start talking
about other things besides sex, I am going to scream. This magazine is annoying
me.
Sex is great. Yay.
Women ought to be on control of
themselves and not at the mercy of their reproductive organs. Yay.
Vibrators are fun. Yay.
I know what my vaginal area looks
like. Yay.
But I don't think all of feminism
nor all of female empowerment is going to come leaking out of my
genitalia.
I'll hold off on a definite
opinion. It might be in color and printed nice, but it's still pretty 'ziney,
and those are at the mercy of contributers. Sometimes it's a good collection,
sometimes it's not. Travel issue? Eh.
[...]
Mozart. Me. Paul wants Debussy.
It's safe to say we've moved out
of the horror flick thing. We skimmed over Sinatra and for some reason settled
on classical right now. So while we listen he crochets like a madman trying to
finish that blanket for his mom by saturday. I just read mystery novels.
[...]
Every Thursday I look out the
office window and I want to kill the landscaping people who can't do my yard
all at once, but spread out allll day. First lawnmower man. Then a few hours
later when I've gotten over his headache, weed eater man. Then a few hours
later, leaf blower man. Not to mention the allergies being aggravated.
[...]
5k on Saturday. 5k on
Saturday.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
~Astrophe
  
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