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Monday, December 05, 2005
a sign you CAN have too much of texas
i dozed off for a second at work while checking digital proofs and had a tiny daydream. Dubya was campaigning again, and he bounded out of a pale-coloured mini-van with an Uncle Sam hat and a satin baseball jacket. The van was parked in the middle of a sports stadium (on the track, I think). Behind him, struggling with wriggling blond toddlers, was Cindy Crawford, his wife, outfitted in the same get-up, sans Uncle Sam hat.
er?!
i definitely blame the 17.5 hours spent on the weekend reading a book about a ragtag group of adults, including a beautiful widow and her two surly children, trekking the Santa Fe Trail trip in Conestoga wagons, just to prove a chavinistic, yet dashing professor wrong about his views on modern women.
i dozed off for a second at work while checking digital proofs and had a tiny daydream. Dubya was campaigning again, and he bounded out of a pale-coloured mini-van with an Uncle Sam hat and a satin baseball jacket. The van was parked in the middle of a sports stadium (on the track, I think). Behind him, struggling with wriggling blond toddlers, was Cindy Crawford, his wife, outfitted in the same get-up, sans Uncle Sam hat.
er?!
i definitely blame the 17.5 hours spent on the weekend reading a book about a ragtag group of adults, including a beautiful widow and her two surly children, trekking the Santa Fe Trail trip in Conestoga wagons, just to prove a chavinistic, yet dashing professor wrong about his views on modern women.
// posted by naomi @ 5:41 p.m. 
