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...
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I loved the guy who was dressed in his bicycling get up; the straps of his bike helmet looked like some sports-dude payess or something.
You know me, the catholisha who sees jewness in everything.
We have a chabad here in white bread goyishce suburb of Albany that I live in (I keep forgetting to tell you that I am not in Nyack anymore) - this is truly shaygitz central, except for like 3 reform slacker Jews.
But the chabad is there and they drive around in their 1988 plymouth minivan with a menorah on top like it is ordinary in these parts.
I call them the evangelical jews!