THIS post, courtesy Dooce. Thanks to her, I shall now address everyone as “My bitch”.
Sample:
Eventually, one night in total darkness, I arrived at the temple in Salt Lake City. I felt its facade and it was like a lightning bolt ran through my fingers, up and down my spine to my brain and my anus, filling me with the electricity of hope, something I’d never felt before. I sat on the steps until dawn came, and a man of the cloth arrived.
“Who are you?” he said.
“I’m a fucking believer, my bitch,” I said. Having grown up on the block, this was the only way I had ever heard people talk. I had no idea it was offensive. In a surge of faith that this man would not judge me, I took off my Stormtrooper mask to reveal my lack of a face.
“I’m sorry,” he said, scrunching his face in disgust. ”I don’t think we can accommadate you.”
I highly recomend reading it. Unless you don’t have a sense of humor, in which case you may be excused.
Vanilla Lattes.
Pictures of PUPPIES.
On igoogle I have a pet turtle. I used to have two but I forgot about them and I think one died.
Remembering how my brother had this game with worms in it and the worms bombed shit and stuff.
