Menses just commenced. It's 1:14 AM. I was asleep. That felt good. At 12:24, I popped up. I think I'm awake, maybe awakeish is more accurate. I'm always surprised when those handy-soapy-foamy-bottles run out of soap. For some lame ass reason, it never occurs to me that they ever will. They feel so lifetime supply , even though the bottles aren't more than 8 inches tall. Similarly, when I flip on a light switch and the light flickers to its death, I think "Now what?" Duh, schmuckette, you change the fucking light bulb . Intellectually, I know this, yet for some odd reason, it never comes to mind. In fact, a few years ago, my mother walked into my house and said, "Why aren't the lights working?" I said "I don't know, I flick the switch and they don't work." After a fit of uproarious laughter, she said, "Would it kill you to change the light bulb?” Hmmm. "No", I shamefully responded. I wonder why... it is that I hav...
you have GOT to read the fabulous post that the oh so smart and funny skirmish of wit has spun about love god's way... you know, flippin' homos into heteros cause it's the godly way. the fucking shame of it. her spin on it is so clever. check it out.
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I think, as assholic as he was in his delivery, that Simon Jones character who commented on my post was right about me being had (what, did he google to see everyone who had posted about it and crow about how stupid they were?). Boy I kind of feel like a fool, but I also feel like my point still stands, because people LIKE Donnie Davies are very real and very scary/upsetting. It says something that I was so ready to believe it.
I may blog further on this. We'll see where the muse takes me.