There is a sound, a low, mournful and repetitive sound, coming through my window. It puts me in mind of a disconsolate elephant, or a really depressed train horn. What is it for? Who is making it? Will they stop? And WTF are they doing it at seven thirty in the morning? Who has any business to be hooting in public at this hour? It's not even the ( Read more... )

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I may have to resign my title as Queen of Snark, this is just so beautifully done, don't ya think?

I'm here to read Nicky's and Jen's journals. And maybe those of other friends who are here.

I very much doubt I'll actually be journalling here but anything can happen, right?