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Last night I became a member.

Membership is a weird thing. Joining a group of people can be scary. They might, oh just for example, forget your group for swaths of time at a ... time. One time I joined Margaret Laurence fan club because I thought some of the girls were cute. But then they all got enamoured with Pete Richardson in the Margaret Atwood fan club and switched loyalties. I spent three wednesday lunches alone with the well aged Ms. Mackenzie ("leatherpants Mackenzie" we called her. *shudder*) before admitting to myself they weren't coming back. Fie on you Pete Richardson.

Another time I joined the weaving club. I thought I was going to learn how to drive dangerously on the highway. I still have an impeccable driving record. Except for failing my driving test for going too slow. True story.

Seriously though, I think there just aren't enough clubs for people who want to compliment, date, or give money to me.

-jonovision