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I've been a lot thinking lately about race, mostly about how American prejudice, aa and pop culture images apply to me. The answer is that they don't, really, seeing as I look about as ethnic as the next blonde-haired-blue-eyed-white-girl. I wanted to say something about that here, but I realized that I sounded pretentious and whiny, and so I won't.

Instead, I'd like to link to the naked people alphabet. My favorite letter is Q.

Work starts on Monday, at six forty-five in the morning. There is something cruel and unjust about that. To take my mind off this oncoming train wreck, a list of things that make me positive it's summer time. ( and the living is easy )