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November 4, 2004 - Thursday | 8:02 AM, CST
Well, as far as the election, I will say this: Better Bush than Kerry, better Badnarik than Bush, and better Havens than Badnarik. I was actually pretty surprised with the election results, I figured Kerry would win. Oh well, just more of the same old shit. Instead of watching the screen as I write this entry, the screen is probably watching me.
Which leads me to another point... I heard just about everyone I talked to regarding this election say "I'd vote for a third party, but I want to vote for someone who has a chance." Well duh, fuck sticks, thats because everyone thinks like that and everyone votes that way. Of course a third party isn't going to have a chance to win an election, no one wants to take the risk of voting for them. Because "at least that other guy won't get in there." Bla bla bla. If you're not going to vote for the person you want to win, you're wasting your vote anyway. Thats how I look at it at least.
I have a question about bathroom habits that maybe all of you can help me with. I notice, at work at least where I do most of my public shitting, that some people are more than comfortable having a "stall-to-stall" conversation, and others are not. I think this might stem from a person's willingness to admit that they are a door peeker.
Lets say you walk into the bathroom. You see a pair of feet underneath the stall door. As you walk past, you look at the space between the door and the wall to catch a glimpse of just who exactly is in there taking a shit. Its almost like going up to a regular bathroom door, and peeking through the keyhole "Who that is?" you say to yourself.
Usually, what I notice anyways, is its a two way street. I'll walk in to the bathroom, or even if I'm sitting on the throne rolling a deuce, I'll look through the crack in the door to see who came in / is sitting down. And I just know that almost everyone else does the same, and everyone else doesn't know whether to feel embarassed at having done this or not. Most of the time, I'll look in through the crack, and see that the person I'm trying to spy on is looking directly at me as well.
"Oh, uh. Well... uh...," you say to yourself, fumbling on what to do as you decide to hurriedly look down or find something else to catch your eye. The person spying on you does the same, their embarassment evident.
So lets have a little poll here or something. You're coming in to the shitter, and the other guy s(h)itting in the stall next to you catches a glimpse of your presence. Some people go about their business, others strike up a conversation. Is it weird to be plopping down yesterday's grilled cheese sandwhich and talk about the weather with the guy next to you? Or is it just me?
Girls, what goes on in your bathrooms? Do you feel the need to lay down what I call a toilet-paper condom around the seat, so your precious ass cheeks don't come into direct contact with the fungus infested seat? Do other women talk about stupid things while they're squatting next to you?
I think we've finally stumbled upon one of the age old mysteries of life, and I am bound and determined to answer this riddle.
Kristy: Update your website, please. Do you still come here anymore?
Suzanne: I agree that no one does any of the cool things we used to talk about in our old web entries. Thats why I asked for your help to photograph Mary Celeste's grave. Quit playing Spider Solitaire and do something exciting! And update your website. Also, how many Zachometers can I put you down for?
Would anyone be interested in an Easter egg hunt for Thanksgiving break? It would be kind of like a scavenger hunt...
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