I was talking with Michael as I was getting on the bus this afternoon and the dearest little man heard me say "well, has he read it sober yet?" I turned to see him slap his leg, wave his arms and burst into laughter.
when I hung up he tapped me on the shoulder and told me a story about Mrs. Roosevelt and how she had made a needlepoint that said "if you don't have anything nice to say, sit right here next to me." I'm still not sure exactly how the two relate, but he was amused by that and I was amused by him.
We talked awhile and I learned that he is part of a local 911 Truth organization; webmaster for them actually. He got my email address and told me about meetings and film night (!), and I'm sure I'll show up for something. Visit Glen at www.911truthgroups.org/portlan
Meanwhile, the Scientologists are everywhere. Duck. They seem to be right around the corner from everywhere I exist, and if I am asked to take a free stress test while innocently minding my own business one more time, well, I just don't know what I'll do.
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I love you.
And as far as the scientologists are concerned, just tell them you're "clear, with an occasionally bit of cloudy", and you prefer to "feel the rain when it hits".
=)
and I love a jawa.
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