watching oprah on 30 rock tonight reminded me once again of the truly historic nature of tuesday night: oprah used a porto-potty.
also heard from tuesday night: drunk obama supporter collapsed after using grant part toilet, overwhelmed with good vibes and rosewater-scented urine emanating from porto-potty seat.
in a desperate attempt to avoid becoming one of these folks,
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i’m writing a blog. expect: two parts politics, six parts gay, three parts organizing, a dash of fabulous, and sundry opinings of an aspiring activist and full-time lush.
