Warning:  Picture of a Nipple  One of the infamous rings  I love truckers.  Only a couple of times have I had occasion to love truckers, but still I gotta admire em.  They stand up to all kinds of really demanding conditions, from weather to traffic to the very limits of fatigue, to get you what you need when you need it.  The highways are the arteries of commerce, and you know who the red blood cells are.  What I find beautiful, at least among the ones I have met, is that people you would think dull or unenlightened are actually quite agile of mind, knowledgeable and profound.  Is it the long lonely hours with much time to think?  Or is it that travel really does broaden the mind?  If you've ever heard Shakespeare over the CB radio, or the arguments of reincarnation vs. the one-shot immortal soul vs. universal consciousness, or a debate on US foreign policy over coffee at the TA Truckstop, then you know what I mean.  But I bet you haven't, as I have.  I don't think that many truckers let most folks as close as they let me.  It screws up their tough image.      The Clinton thing goes on.  The radio parodies are quite amusing, I think.  Although I am really tired and bored with all the "serious" coverage of this "crisis," heh, there is much humor here, and that is the attitude which should be taken with it.  My favorite parody so far is "Sex is Dandy" by Monica's Playground.  "My Penis" isn't half bad either, though I am no fan of narrative to music.  I like my lyrics sung, thank you.      Actually, we owe Bill and Mon a word of thanks for increasing the nation's fantasy base.  Now not only can we play Tarzan and Jane, doctor, post office, director's couch, and pizza boy.  Now we can play White House intern too.  This can be quite a fun game.  Specially for an oral chick like me hehehe.      While I am being raunchy, I miss my "fuckin friends."  Ever have any of those?  Friends you cared about and hung with, etc. and sometimes even had sex with, but it never went beyond that?  I really miss that, having people you can talk to and count on, people you can help move or split a pizza with or console through a hard time, but not with the demands of a romance.  Not with the highly perishable dream weaving, hearts and flowers, swoony kinda stuff.  Just good solid steady friends.  No possession, no jealousy.  No, it's not a perfect condition, it can't stand in for romance, but it was good to have when I needed it.  Wish life hadn't torn me from my f friends.  I might never have gotten married.    -- Spring  link o' the day: This Old House/New Yankee Workshop Drinking Game