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People often complain about how politicans do not truly represent them. You have to remember how many people these politicians are supposed to represent. Honestly, maybe some of these guys aren’t really representing those that voted them into office, but you’re never going to know for sure. It’s not something you can quantify.

There is nothing wrong with being upset at what politicians do, and there is certainly nothing wrong with voting, but it’s an act of too much self-importance if you expect politicians to do whatever it is that you want. You’re one person!

One of my more favorite lines from NHL 2002. Now he is the goalie for your Florida Panthers. I really don’t know whether to be excited by this.

I am still sore from hockey Sunday, but I may not have time to go tomorrow.

They say that you should give your body a day to recover after strenuous activity, and as far as I am concerned, that day was yesterday. I figure if I just take it easy and do a light workout that that will be fine. I just need to do something so I have an excuse to eat today. That corn isn’t going to eat itself, although if I leave it in the fridge much longer, it just might.

I can’t believe it never occurred to me. That site is the fucking devil, I tells ya, and I don’t mean it in the good way. So at any rate, I get a request for an add and it is from some chick in Indiana, whose picture is of her in a bra with a banana between her tits.

I suppose I should be accepting all adds because there is no such thing as bad publicity, but it just didn’t feel right. I am not saying I have to know all my “friends” on MySpace, but at least be a real person and not a bot that wants to sleep with me.

I love the blue one because it smells like blueberries, but I really love the black one because it smells like ink.