Keith made me feel weepy and gooey.
Then I read the reader comments on various sites that hosted the video, and I felt all crushed and wounded and hopeless.
Then I listened to Keith again.
Warm and gooey, again, sans the faggy tears.
While I have always leaned more toward stripping marriage of any sort of privilege rather than linking it to privileges that can then be denied certain groups, I wouldn't be opposed, you know, in my secret little heart-of-hearts, to it truly being an open institution.
I got my eye on this little kitty cat that lives next door--sweet little thing with a deep, silky coat and a really great, rumbly purr.
Cha cha cha.
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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