Well, more like ran away...

I managed a keen escape this morning and was able to flee the confines of not only my mother's house, but the town my parents live in all together. After careful, elaborate, and repetitous planning, I was able to make my get away on a train. Not the fastest of exits, but it got the job done.

For the next undisclosed period of time, I shall be in San Diego instead. Blogging may be even lighter - I have many things to see and people to do, you know - but I can't say for sure. In fact, I'd tell you more, but then I'd have to kill you... at least most of you... The hot ones I might keep around for a few extra days...

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The time has come for the annual cookie exchange... and I am recipe-less...

Between finals week and my final week as an intern, I don't have a whole lot of time to put into preparing for this event. However, I have a reputation with the attendees of this particular event. They are under the impression that I am some fantastic and unique chef of sorts...

...No Pressure...

So, I turn to you, dear 'sphere-o-philes...
I know that someone out there has an easy and elegant cookie recipe. Is anyone kind enough to pass theirs on?

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Riding home on the train tonight, I encountered two surprises...that when combined just sent it all down in flames...

#1 - the train was damn near empty. Hallelujah!

#2 - two overly flamboyant, broke-down, stank-ass, ghetto queens (and yes, I do mean queen in the way you think I mean queen) thought they owned the joint.

Ordinarily two queens on an empty train would have made for a pretty entertaining situation but these two just jacked that whole idea all to hell.

Most queens have some kind of flashy outfit that is mildly amusing... These guys were dressed in dirty, baggy clothes (mostly black) that looked like they had been worn for two weeks straight. They were complete with nappy, badly dyed hair that had no style. Accentuated by the stupid 'i-stole-a-pair-of-my-momma's-stockings-and-put-them-on-my-head' type hats. (come on, are they 'hats'? really? are they?)

Most queens will entertain you (in the Montel kind of way) with their flamboyant speech and dramatic conversations... These guys were just loud and obnoxious about a whole lot of nothing interesting... across the train from each other...

Most queens have some attention getting 'talent' that is mildly amusing... These guys were not blessed with such gifts... or grace... or talent. Period. They had a CD player that they turned up loud enough to hear without wearing the headphones... to which the one not near it felt the need to sing along with...very poorly. He missed the beat, forgot the words, and just plain sucked.

Scampered about the train and echoing their antics through the whole car, they were perhaps some of the most annoying people I have ever come into contact with. And I've met a fair number of Demorats, so that's saying a lot. So here's what I think should happen as a result of the pain I suffered at their expense...

The real queens of DC should get together and beat these two crap queens within an inch of their lives with their old stilettos. They are giving queens everywhere a bad name ... and depriving the entire metro area of the comedic blogfodder that a queenie encounter should deliver...

(I wonder how many friends my gay republican friend will bring to the fight)

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