Monday, February 07, 2005

I know I shouldn't get my hopes up

I know this is like harboring a fantasy, as a 12-year-old girl, that I will really get a pony for Hannukah, but I can't help but dream. . .

Maybe next time it will be different.

If Dean were chair and Feingold got the nomination, well fuck, I can't even tell you how happy I would be. I would wet myself with glee like those puppies who get so excited about going out for a walk.

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