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02/13/2003: "Crappy web page?!"
Someone found my webpage by searching for "crappy web page." Crappy?! My page?! I am hereby insulted and demand an apology.
In strange news, my parents, who are currently in Las Vegas, decided to get married this afternoon in the Little White Chapel, or whatever it's called. Is that legal to get married twice, without a divorce or other severance of the original vows? Especially on a whim influenced by casinos and fake Elvises? This leads me to decide that I'm going to get married to the same man every five years. Not a Vegas wedding, but a big formal affair. Why? The presents, of course. Have you seen the crap that brides get?
People who have heard me talk about one of my ex's will find this amusing: My crime prevention professor said today, "Does rehab work for everyone? No. Joe the axe murderer over here has no CHANCE of being rehabilitated." I am smugly satisfied that other people besides me realize that he's psychotic.
Yes, my friends, the primary function my ex's serve is to be my punching bag.