November 03, 2004

Today I am a pigeon.

I had a hard time draping the black veil over my beak and the gloves fit awkwardly over my wings, but no one can say I'm not trying. I've been walking slowly, head bowed, feathers blowing gently in the morning breeze, my dignity and grief evident to the briefest glance. "Years from now," my appearance says, "I may be able to set aside these black clothes and go on with my life. But not yet."

Did I say years? I meant four years.

Posted by dianna at November 3, 2004 10:26 AM

fucking hell. more jobs lost than any president since hoover, tampering with the constitution, and people on their third tour of duty in iraq. what the fuck does it take, if not this?

also, lest we not think that the national scene sets the tone for the local, check my blog. had kerry won i can't imagine that i would have spent the afternoon watching liberal cops roughing up ruddy 50-year-old businessmen.

Posted by: katie at November 3, 2004 05:17 PM