The Wedding Diary

 5 days to go
8.17.98
Monday, 7 p.m.

    I'm just miserable right now. I'm so sick of planning. Of course, my mom has done the bulk of the work -- I don't know how she's keeping all of this straight.

    So, Clinton's just made his big speech. What a dork. What a skunk. What an idiot. Yeah, he's sorry -- he's sorry he got caught. Politic's suck. No, I don't care what he does in his private life but schtupping a subordinate in the Oval Office is about the least private thing he could do.

    Overall, I think he should be impeached for being an idiot. Although, obstruction of justice and perjury are pretty good reasons, too. He's an idiot for thinking that he's not under a microscope. He's an idiot for getting involved in new sexual shenanigans after he's been in trouble for it before. He's an idiot for thinking that people wouldn't talk about what they knew. And, he's an idiot for thinking that Miss Beverly Hills bubble-head was going to keep her mouth shut (no pun intended). Lastly, the American people are idiots for re-electing him.

    I think it's time we get a woman in office.

    It's not so much the sexual play that bothers me but the type of play. We're talking about a man who exposes himself to his employees, who sexually harasses and who uses his influence and power to receive sexual favors. This is misogynistic power-plays pure and simple. Aren't there men somewhere in this county who aren't complete women-hating idiots? Don't answer that.

    I hope that Hilary rakes his sorry, flabby, white ass over the coals after they're out of office.

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    9:30 p.m.

    I'm on the back porch and the sun has set. It's leaving subtle pinks, oranges and blues in its wake.

    Distant thunder rumbles in the mountains and the trees are dripping from a flash rainstorm. There's a cherry tree just out of reach that could look no more perfect. Red glistening orbs hung like ornaments and sheltered beneath emerald leaves.

    Brr... it's getting colder now and my coffee is gone. I feel peace after writing and languishing here taking in the rich, fragrant air. In with the good. Out with the bad.