October 27, 2003 7:42 PM
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Arguing. Seriously. It's my narcotic. Granted, it stinks (ha-ha I'm pun-ny) in baking fresh friends and keeping them from going stale, but it's a thrill when you formulate those great lines that insult in that underhanded, properly restrained manner. Besides, theses (a.k.a. 'thesises', 'thesisii'...who thinks these plurals up) that are in stiff opposition to the book are quicker to write than those in agreeance. London Calling? Yes. Telemarketers calling? No. So are the joys of telephonelessness.
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