in Tracy. Something terrible has happened here. Something we never thought we'd see. It creates a level of intense dread, an acknowledgment that we are doomed. There is no alternative. It exists, it has happened. We must now band together and move forward with our resistance. We must resist. We are too old to partake of this madness on a daily or weekly or even monthly basis. We have to avoid it like the plague. It's that serious.
They've opened a Cinnabon in our mall. Heaven help us all.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
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