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Monday, November 15, 2004
Swan Song
Rachel Lucas hasn't posted in a while. She may still be cackling over the dusty bones of John Kerry's political career. Or her lastest, greatest writing may be he swan song:

Looking for a quick, inexpensive way to do something disgusting, hateful, and downright evil? Feeling sociopathic? Want to do something downright inhumane but don't want to go to jail? Looking for ways, through home decorating, to express the side of yourself that's ruled by pure, galling, blackhole-like malice?

I have the perfect suggestion...