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Okay, okay... there's a possibility that if you are a man you might not be a disgusting pig, but a prerequisite for this is being Cool and Tough, and I also have to be especially Easy and Fun. In this case said man is only a pig.

I finally made it to the archives yesterday. Ol' TJ sure botched his signature on the declaration of independence. "Th..Jeffersnn..." Of course, you can't see it on the original document probably because some fuck left it out in the rain one night. I also saw brown vs. the board of education. I can't believe that was in 1954 sometimes. It wasn't within my lifetime, but it was within the lifetimes of both my parents. It's strange that such mindsets are so modern... stranger still that they still exist today. I suppose I'm a bit of an idealist.

I also went to the spy museum. Man, that place is rad. I could never be a spy, though, as nifty as it might be. Like, I'd do it because I love my country, but at the same time I'd be betraying someone else's country, and that someone else probably loves their country just as much as I love mine. I suppose it's the same reason I'm not a serial killer, in a way. I'd probably make a better serial killer than a spy.

Damn it's cold. 23 right now. I had to pee really bad earlier but I didn't want to because I didn't want to have to take my pants off because it was so cold. I gave in eventually. My dad said that when he lived in madison he could tell about how cold it was when he walked to work by which cross street he was at when the fronts of his legs went numb. That's why I live in beautiful, sunny mexico... Oh, right, that's only in my head.

Damn.

I could use a warm body here with me. I'm not accepting applications at the moment, though. If you really want to, you can apply to be my footstool/beverage holder. Everyone could use one of those.

N'night.