Monday, February 23, 2009

Profiling

I don't often find myself racial profiling. I try really hard not to. I am always, however, crazy (dangerous) profiling. The guy sitting on his duffel bag outside 7/11 eating nachos and talking to himself at 8:48 a.m., he scares the bejeezus out of me.

I feel like a Cathy comic strip this morning, with my super huge sugar-free redbull and my frazzled hair. "Darn Mondays."

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