Tuesday

Grades are in and my stress levels are low...
The big Mexican got a 4.0.

See, I do write poetry.

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I was thinking about jury duty today.
I had to sit through this whole process of sitting and waiting and waiting and sitting until my name is called only to be told that I must call back the following day after 5 p.m. to find out if I have to go through the whole process over again.

You see alot of people in jury duty and as time went on, I started to realize that our small city is not as diverse as the normal city of 275,000.
Corpus sure has alot of Latinos, as well as Blacks and Anglos (forgive me for not being as PC as you would like, but this is an amatuer attempt at a blog with about as many readers as the Muslim version of Tiger Beat) but every other nationality was not very well represented in the jury selection process... I ASK WHY?

There was a blue haired lady and a long haired dude with spikes coming out of his face and a very prissy girl with a pink blouse, pink sandals, pink toenails and a pink cell phone all matching her pink...


wait for it...


lipstick. (what did you think I was going to say, pervert?)