my other car is a fema trailer

like a dadaist, i would like to scramble the headlines and images of today's morning paper.

he thinks it 'disgraceful' that the new york times is following the money.

he should know disgrace.

duh. reese and riley probably knew to the follow the money. they are just too busy being adorable to write about it. and sometimes connecting the dots is too, well, hard.

elsa was right. every single person should have as her ringtone the line: "you're doing a helluva job here brownie." just because we can't forget.

my mutha thought perhaps the floods have come to wash away our sins. this because first the southern baptists then the grahams descended upon the midatlantic this week. as if. we have so many sins to atone for. not even warren buffett's money can bail us out now.

sinead asked me last night, "if i could have any kind of car what would it be." i replied that i didn't need a car. then i shrugged, "i guess i would get an expensive car, sell it and use the money for something else because cars mean so little to me." i checked myself, "why am i so unimaginative as to not play along? i would get a jetta." (we were rowing in mindy's jetta at that very moment. so in point of fact, it was still unimaginative as i look back at it now.)

this morning, i think that i would drive a fema trailer everywhere to remind people of just how flipping stupid our government is. i would double park. i would leave the lights on. i would run red lights and pause a very long time at green ones. just to call attention to myself.