Diatribes started because of my lack of understanding of the whole evacuation thing. It's been way too bizarre of a ride, kinda like seeing the boys dressed like girls on the far side of Bourbon St. and pretending that you are too jaded to turn around and stare although that's all you REALLY want to do. You can SEE the Adam's apple! And they are way too hairy and square to be even European.
To get some background, please try the Oct. 2004 missive in the archive.
Evacuating three times in 1.5 years is too much for this dairy princess. Hey refer my CV to your boss!
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The diatribes of a dairy princess
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