What do I want? A rich husband with a 10-inch D! When do I want it? NOW!
So we went to the march and everything. It’s taken me a couple of days to write it up because I’m still really not sure how I felt about the whole thing. By now I suppose it’s irrelevant– if it wasn’t already irrelevant from the start– but in the spirit of the march, WHATEVER.
Sunday was a beautiful day in Washington– maybe too beautiful– and everyone seemed to be in a really good mood. (Maybe too good.) My comrades and I were really hung over and hungry and no one had gotten much sleep and some of us (me) had gone to bed lonelier than others. Even so, with the weather and everything, it was hard to be too grumpy. (Regular readers will know that grumpy is my default mood, so this is saying a lot.)