February 15th, 2006


I never read women's magazines unless...

I never read women's magazines unless I'm in the doctor's office. And then I love them. I figured it out. You're in the doctor's waiting room, waiting to find out if the pain when you go to the bathroom is cancer, by paying the doctor to stick a needle your arm and shove his finger up your butt. It's a vulnerable time, surrounded by people, waiting for their turn with the needle and the finger. You're lookin' for anything to distract you. On the table is the May 1997 Woman's Day. You read the chocolate fudge cake recipe. You rip it outta the magazine. You don't even bake. Same thing with airplane in-flight magazines. Your comfortable, retarded friend. You're in the air, sharing 1000 cubic feet of recycled air over and over again with 240 strangers packed in a steel Thermos, you open Hemispheres or Latitudes or American Way, "Orange Play-Doh may be harder to find than the red, but it's one of the most playful colors in the Play-Doh spectrum."

And God said: Stop killing my kids.

I'm a spiritual person. I believe I'm not supposed to hate anything that God made. I don't think that God would approve of me hating his kids. I sure don't want anyone to hate mine.

So how do I reconcile my attempt to not hate anyone with my willingness to kill enemies of the state? If I was a soldier, sailor, airman or marine, I don't think I would have to hate people to kill them.

I'm sure that God doesn't want me to kill his kids, but some of them are out of control and pose a threat to the rest of us. At some point, you have to let your kids make their own mistakes.


People have been making fun of me all day for eating the icing.

People have been making fun of me all day for eating the icing.

Aside from the fact that vikingsparrowvikingsparrow asked me to buy cake and icing two days before Valentine's Day, the fact that icing and cake mix were on the grocery list at the same time should have provided sufficient evidence that she planned to combine them into iced cake instead of just buying them for the sake of having cake and icing in the house to use at my discretion.

Choose my personality!

Choose my personality!

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