Friday, April 23, 2004

Angst.

To make my life a little bit easier during this trying time, why don't we get rid of the First Amendment (and thereby all the angst in my appellate-brief ruled existence), and if anyone wants to know whether they can say something they can just run it by me. If you're not about to say, "Your Highness the Supreme Goddess and Ruler of the Entire Universe, your Diet Coke is chilled and your homemade cookies are warmly nestled on a plate for the delight of your royal tastebuds", then just don't talk at all until later. OK?

On second thought, you are also allowed to say "The bags under your eyes make you all the more beautiful to me" and "You're right now that I think about it, you ARE the boss of me!"
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