Alice looks tough. She also looks very clear. Maybe I should have kept this camera (the Sony).

Yesterday, I got an invitation and the note said, “If you already received this through your husband’s email…” #^$@%&*! What?! (That’s not profanity, in case you missed it. It’s shock and confusion - you know, like when Charlie Brown’s mom speaks.)

I was surprised.

Mostly because I’m not married. And then I was a little offended. Maybe I was a little offended first. I’m not sure why for the offense, maybe it was more like a blow to my gut. A tender point.

“I already sent this to your husband’s email. Oh wait, you’re not married. Why aren’t you married? You should be. What’s wrong with you?” Woah, back off.

So, I returned the Sony. Did I say that before? I picked up the Casio instead. I’m still not convinced on either account. I don’t know what to do. It was so much easier when my paternal Kodak grandparents would buy me a camera every few years and I wouldn’t have to think about it.

Also got Savannah a Hello Kitty digital camera. And this is why:

I’ve already mentioned I’m not a gracious gift receiver, but the one time I opened a present and was truly shocked, no one was there to see me. That is unfortunate. Do you want to know what it was?! One of the partners at my workplace handed me a small bag and said, “I got everyone else champagne, but I didn’t know if you were twenty-one or not.” It was an iPod Shuffle! Now, I don’t need an iPod Shuffle since I purchased a full sized version through Pleo Marketplace a year and a half ago. But how much better is a Shuffle than champagne?! A lot.

Anyway, it spurred a gift idea for my mother. Yes, I finally thought of something to get my mom the night before Christmas Eve. [Paden|paden] and I got her a Nano! It’s red, so it matches all of her farm stuff, and I had it engraved. (I like to engrave stuff.)

Unfortunately, it made my mother’s computer explode. But, after spending a while in the freezer, Dad was able to get the hard drive working again. (The hard drive was in the freezer, not Dad.)

Also unfortunately, I spent the majority of the holiday ripping Mom’s CDs to my computer so when her iPod arrived, I could load it right up. While working on that project, I noticed that my own music library was sustaining duplicates and everything was really weird. So I deleted everything off my hard drive. Only then did I realize iPods work one way.

Bah.

So I bought a MediaWidget license. Good purchase. I recommend it.

That’s what I got. It’s amazing. Amazing is an understatement. A Kitchen-Aid mixer should be in every home. It is …it IS. And if you’ve ever picked one up, you know what I mean.

I usually use Moleskine notebooks. But two years ago, [Jenni|jennileigh] got me these other colorful notebooks that I’ve been using instead. I pretty much put anything in them. They stay in my purse and are used for whatever I need to jot down (I actually used it to make notes for writing this post). These notebooks (as well as the Moleskines) are the perfect size for exactly one year. On December 31st, I wrote in the last page. (The outline for this post.) Crazy.

The kittens are figuring out they’re too big to climb legs now.

I thought that my hermit crabs were all dead. I’ve been trying for the last couple of weeks to get rid of them through FreeCycle and Craigslist. Apparently, though, they aren’t dead. In fact, they’re thriving. Two have just molted, one for the second time since I got them in August. Now I think I might get them a bigger tank so it will be easier to take care of them.

In my extensive reading of CNN.com, I’ve discovered the NerdBlog. I don’t have much to say about it other than it’s entertaining. Thanks, NerdGuys.

I’m pretty irritated that on both Christmas and New Year’s, I got the day off, but not the day after. So I’m off Thursday and I have to go back for Friday. What’s that about?

Also, from CNN.com, I learned about Saturnalia. It’s the actual pagan holiday that coincides with Christmas. It’s the holiday that someone decided to put Christmas on top of. The most popular of Roman festivals. Multi-god society aside, I’d like to live as a Roman for a year.

I had two small portions of my hair dyed black on Tuesday. It was supposed to be navy, but my hair wasn’t taking the dye. Oh well. I like it, but …I guess my hair is a lot like my teeth: resistant to change. So if I have it done again, I think I’ll make them bigger.

My parents invited my boss over for Christmas. :) It sounds strange, but it wasn’t bad. They played Wii.

I went to use my work toothbrush on Monday and discovered it was moldy. That was disgusting. I’m really pretty freaked out about that. How can I keep a toothbrush at work and keep it from mold?

Betsey Johnson is coming to North Park Mall in 2010.

There were three pairs of shoes at Steve Madden that I planned on buying. However, the sales guy there ignored me for a good 15 minutes, and then helped another patron before even looking at me. So I walked out.

We got another second yesterday. Did you know? I thought it would be at midnight, but Dad said it was at 6PM. Midnight GMT. Bah, I missed it.

Listen, I saw this story on Palin pardoning a turkey. From what I gather, this is a traditional thing for political figures to do. Are you kidding me? What a colossal waste of time. Get a life.

I like Ashlee Simpson. I do. But, she’s named her kid Bronx Mowgli. What was she thinking? Jungle Book?

I’m rather fond of Twilight, but I’ve got to get something off my chest: “And so the lion fell in love with the lamb,” is the most idiotic line I’ve ever read. It’s lame. It’s other things, too, but lame about covers them all.

Also gleaned from CNN.com - tainted milk (in baby formula?) from China is giving babies kidney stones. Further pressing the question: Why are we still trading with China? What else needs to happen?

I saw a t-shirt line that read: “This person is a dead fish.” I immediately thought it referenced a dull person. Nope - the real story is far more funny. Beth Nudelman, an Illinois Democrat was dismissing accusations of voting fraud after her deceased goldfish, Princess, received voter registration info. “This person is a dead fish.” Hilarious.

A kid named Lin walked next to Yao Ming (basketball player) at the Beijing opening ceremonies. Why? During the last big Chinese earthquake, Lin carried his unconscious classmates to safety. His reasoning? He was the hall monitor, it was his job. Awesome.

And to the pregnant man, I say: Idiot.

I looked at my paycheck the other day and came to the following conclusions: Why am I paying for Medicare when I have medical insurance? Why am I paying for Social Security when I’ve been solicited to participate in a retirement program? Why is America being forced into a “mandatory” retirement plan? And Income Tax?? Do I even have to say anything about that?

This is my cousin, Carly Grace. I’ve never seen her in person, but there were tentative plans for me to be her nanny, and she is quite adorable.

Stay tuned for another racial revelation tomorrow. There are numerous political agendas I’m passionate about and would be an advocate for/against, however racism is a gray issue that really gets under my skin. Income Tax, Social Security, and the Federal Reserve Bank are black and white issues, but racism is ambiguous.

So far, I’m not impressed with the Sony. The touch screen is more of a frustration to me than anything. I’m trying hard to like it, though. So far, every picture I’ve taken has been bad. But I have a weekend at the farm to really test it out. If Kip comes out looking like an over sized bunny, it’s out for sure. But seriously, reviews have been better for the Casio. And as much as it freaks me out to have a camera that reminds me of my Caboodle and mini-keyboard days, everybody deserves a second chance, right?

And, I was looking for a Caboodle tonight and couldn’t find one.

I bought an awesome Christmas gift for Savannah today! I found it totally by chance, and I’m winning best-Auntie points for it (not that you can buy love). I just hope her parents haven’t already gotten it! Or, that she opens mine first. :) It rocks so much! I actually looked for one and found one, but it was …uh weird, and like a bazillion dollars. This one is so much better, and I think Savannah is sophisticated enough for 8+. Yeah? I can’t wait to say what it is!

Due to the beginning nature of my job (I hope), I read a lot of CNN.com. I’ve been catching up on the news that I haven’t watched in, oh, my whole life. And honestly, there’s not that much going on. Granted, CNN probably isn’t the best source for hard hitting news. …which seems odd, but come on - are they going to report that Obama is a hand-puppet? It’s mostly nonsense and the only reason that’s what I chose is because the techie guy who comes in every once in a while used CNN.com to check my Internet or something.

caller: “Can I please speak to your IT department?
me: “Um, what is that?”
caller: “Computers and networks.”
me: “Yeah, we don’t have one of those.”

Anyway, I read fairly recently (not on CNN.com) that our big government has a lot of superfluous laws laying around. In other words, they work hard to pass silly laws to prevent one situation, and then never abolish them. Here’s a perfect example: A woman is being fined for dying her poodle pink. She did so to promote breast cancer awareness. She’s a hair stylist, and says she’s certain the dye isn’t harming the dog because she used beet juice. Awesome idea to me… beet juice? Who knew! Anyway, I was shocked to read a comment from prosecutors saying that their job is to enforce law, and that’s all they’re doing.

Blindly.

What was the original law passed for? …to discourage people from dying chicks and bunnies for Easter.

I’m reminded of Josiah’s neon sign: What the crap?!

As I left the office today, on the way to the farm, I noticed for the first time that 175 is the ugliest way to leave Dallas. Looking to my right and left, I was reminded of what New Orleans must look like - entire neighborhoods boarded up. These houses are on perfectly nice pieces of land, decently spaced, and are probably historic to some degree. And yet… boarded up. Somebody should fix that because I’m sure there are a lot of people who would pay nicely to live that close to the city center.

Not me. The farm is too close to the city if you ask me. I can see my neighbors.

6:40 am is too early to get up, no matter how you spin it. I typically get to bed at 10:30 and that gives me about eight hours of sleep. Still, I fight getting out of bed. That’s not unusual, I’ve never been a morning person. But for years I’ve gone to bed really late, so morning was an avoided evil. 10:30 isn’t that late! Last night, I went to be at 9:30! And I still fought the morning.

I don’t know how people do it.

When I get home, it’s all I can do to scrape together something vaguely resembling dinner, though a poor excuse at that, shower and crawl in bed.

Anything else? Are you kidding? When can I ever go to the grocery store? Clean my bathroom? Make sure the kitchen sink doesn’t have stains in it? Vacuum?

Quilt?

…paint?

What are those things?

I wasn’t made to do this whole business world thing. It’s not in my physical make-up.

Just recently I said I needed to forgo sleep in order to work on creating a business for myself that will let me step away from reliance on, um, employers.

I have no idea how I’m going to do that. I’m having a really hard time holding myself together as it is.

A woman I used to go to church with has told me on more than one occasion that she admires that I purchased my own car and live (pseudo) on my own and have a job, because she went straight from one household to another. No, you loon, no.

Also, I now know why there is always a pair of pantyhose hanging in my grandmother’s bathroom.

Closer by Ne-Yo.

When I got to the farm, my grandparents were there. Grandpa said he got two of my thank you notes. :) He said that when they received the second, they originally thought, “Oh, she forgot she sent one!” Then they noticed it had been placed in a plastic baggy with a note of apology that it was damaged.

:)

Awesome.

I may drop mail in the street more often.

I forgot that Larry’s graduation was today. When Terra mentioned that he was graduating this Saturday I thought, “Oh, the party must be another week…” I thought it was like, the 19th or something. But, when I got to the farm with only my Sunday dress and some raggitty (raggidy? raggy? What is the word…) farm clothes, I decided I’d have to wear what I wore to work Friday. Nice. And sort of uncomfortable. Whatever.

I’d never been to a graduation before. So when the commencement speaker started talking about political apathy, I leaned over to my mom and whispered, “Is this how they usually go?” and she said he was probably just trying to make the students aware. I had this image in my mind about Bill Cosby making funny jokes and it being all about how this is the beginning of your life and stuff. But no.

Then I leaned over and said, “He must not know Larry. I’m sure he’s made half the student body more aware.”

And then I said, “Dad’s going to meet this guy afterwards.”

Sure enough.

After the speech, my dad shot up into the air like he was spring loaded and started exuberantly clapping. He was standing alone for a good 5 seconds (which seemed like forever) before Uncle Mark stood up and then the rest of us relatives dragged ourselves up as well. That started a chain reaction in the auditorium that eventually made its way down to Larry on the front row.

Betcha didn’t know Uncle Tom was responsible for that forced standing ovation, huh? (Well technically you did because we talked about it later. But, at the time…)

You kinda can’t be the only one sitting during a standing ovation.

So yeah, I didn’t have lunch til about 2 because Dad had to go meet this guy. I sent him a text message, “Round it up. Invite him to lunch,” but the only time Dad ever left his phone in the car was today.

N E Wayz, he thinks the Second Depression will be coming sooner than thought.

You know how WW1 was just called The Great War or whatever until WW2? I wonder if my grandkids will be talking about D1 and D2. Or living D3.

I wonder if Obama will be shot. I wonder if Laura’s government class predicted that, too.

I’m really trying to take advantage of not having to go to bed at 10 while I’m at the farm… but I’m just so exhausted from all the nothing I did today. All I’m guilty of today is sitting in a car, sitting in an auditorium, sitting in a resteraunt (I’m not even going to look up how to spell that word. I’ll never be able to do it. Wait, did I get it right?? It’s not underlined in red! Wow), and sitting in an apartment. Yet I wanted to go to bed at 5:30.

Let It Rock by Kevin Rudolf

The problem with DayQuil/Nyquil is that the liquid tastes so vomitous that you can hardly ingest it due to the already nauseating contents of your stomach from needing to take the medicine: snot. Then they offer giant horsepill capsules that you can hardly swallow (without fighting the gag reflex) because you throat is sore (hence, again, needing the medicine). Why, in all the years I’ve been alive, hasn’t the DayQuil company come up with a better tasting/sizing formula??

Today, the FedEx man told me that I was going to steal Tony Romo away from Jessica Simpson and he’d be seeing me on the field. But, I didn’t get an opportunity to react appropriately because what I heard was, “You’re taking Tony Romo’s place on the field!” and thought, “Are you kidding me?”

I’m ready to go back to the farm. I hope whatever ailment I have doesn’t continue to progress.

What is a Winter Mix? Snow, ice, sleet, and rain? Whatever it is that started tonight is not… desirable. Bleh. I don’t like cold, but I can deal with it without the extras. Oh my.

This afternoon, I walked across the street to the PO (when it was still decently warm) carrying a large (but very light) box (I was deceptively strong) and four letters. Half way there, a gust of wind blew 3 letters out of my hand and down the street. It was a little beyond my means to hold down my skirt, keep the box from blowing as well, and stay braced against the wind. Thankfully, the letters weren’t business related, so I can just write them again. It sure would be nice if someone would pick them up and put them in a mailbox, though!

Silence by Blue Foundation. I downloaded 4 sounds from this group and… they all seem to be interchangeable. As in, I can look up the name of one and get lyrics for another that are, in fact, lyrics of the one I looked up. ?? I don’t know.

Well, I guess I didn’t scare the manager of a tiny theater half way to the middle of nowhere because I actually got the following line:

“I never do this, but… I mean, I really never do this.”

He didn’t even know my name.

I knew it was coming, and should have spared him. But I still had hope that I was just being vain and that it wasn’t intuition.

I’ve been driving to work this week instead of taking public transportation. Why? Well, because I feel like being alone in my care, that’s why. There’s only so much make believe staring a person with paranoia can take. That, and my office will either pay for the train or parking, so I’m trying to work out which is more profitable. (Considering how much my body convulsed out of cold as I walked out of that theater tonight, I may be driving through the winter.) I was actually on time Wednesday morning. Actually, early enough that I could stop and get an orange juice from the Indian man downstairs. I was actually going to stop at a donut place on the way, because that’s where I know orange juice to be… (regardless of the gluten temptation), but I didn’t see one even though I detoured down a road where one is known to be. Just as well. The Indian man and his family run the building cafe and serve authentic family recipes. I haven’t had any yet. I probably won’t. I like Kabab.

Tuesday night, I cried a lot. (I actually wrote this story down and decided not to post it. But, I cry, so I’m getting over it. In fact, references to crying are so prolific in this paragraph, you may want to skip over it altogether.) I mourned the absence of a potato peeler as I was boiling chicken and celery for the creamy shell soup (with potatoes). I cried for the blood leaking out of my thumb that I’d cut with a new knife while dicing onions. So not only was I bleeding, but the wound had onion remnants in it. It didn’t really hurt that badly, but I was already tearing due to the onion (which gets me every time). I mourned for the warm pot of chicken and celery as I put it in the fridge, because I would be eating cream cheese for dinner (by that time, at 9:30) and for lunch that on Wednesday. Then, I cried in frustration as I tried to put celery down the disposal only to discover it’s broken. After that, I cried some more when I threw toilet paper that I’d been using to blow my nose (I couldn’t locate a kleenex in time) in my toilet and remembered it’s been leaking, so I can’t flush it. Lastly, I cried because there was no one else in the house. I need a part-time roommate.

Tuesday, I made up for all the crying I hadn’t done in my life and probably should have.

Downtown smells like breakfast. I also ran two lights on Thursday. Downtown is hard to navigate.

I read an article Friday on CNN.com about an athiest group that put up a sign to celebrate Winter Solstice.

At this season of
the Winter Solstice
may reason prevail.

Religion is but
myth and superstition
that hardens hearts
and enslaves minds.

Dan Barker, a former evangelical preacher, who now heads Freedom From Religion Foundation, says that their message isn’t intended to be hateful or attacking. He claims that the Nativity scene itself is a “threat of internal violence if we don’t submit to that master.” “If there can be a Nativity scene saying that we are all going to hell if we don’t bow down to Jesus…” he continued, “Hate speech goes both ways.”

I wonder about this Dan Barker and what happened to him to turn from a Christian (loosely) preacher to an atheist. I also wonder what is making him think that his Solstice message isn’t attacking and how exactly a Nativity is.

I don’t like Nativity scenes. They bother me. I wonder, though, if I don’t feel attacked by them because I believe in Christ. And is it inherently attacking Mr. Barker because he does not?

Atheist Ron Phillips said, “They are shooting themselves in the foot. Everyone’s out there for the holidays, trying to represent their religion, their beliefs, and it’s a time to be positive.”

I agree. I don’t have a problem with Winter Solstice. I think it’s kind of cool. But no matter if I were an atheist or Christian, I would pass that Solstice sign and think, “Whoever wrote that is bitter.”

I would like to see a message for Winter Solstice that actually talked about the celebration, and not the condemning of another.

I’m actually a bit mystified at the message of that plaque: “…that hardens hearts and enslaves minds.” I feel more open minded now than I did ten years ago. (It’s gross that I can say “ten years ago” and have it be true.) Of course, Christ is still Lord, but I don’t rigidly accept things now.

I saw Twilight for the second time tonight. The first time, I was frustrated that the movie went by so quickly and skipped over what I thought were key points to understanding the movie. This time, I was frustrated that the film went by so painfully slow. The first time, I caught that Rob was losing grip on his American accent in the scene where Bella is washing her truck. I also caught that they gave oddly misplaced screen time to a dark haired woman eating salad in the diner; this time I caught that the woman is Stephenie Meyer. M. Night Shyamalan, anyone?

It was still just as awkward the second time around.

I mean, who pictured Edward in a hatchback? Whatev.

And who else thought Bella’s Lullaby should have been Coldplay’s Postcards From Far Away?

…did anyone happen to point their iPhone at the screen in that last scene where Victoria was shaking out her hair and walking down the stairs? It’s not on the soundtrack, and I’d like to know it.

I’m also in the process of watching Into the Wild. (I’ve acquired a small obsession with Kristen Stewart.) By “in the process,” I mean… I started it Tuesday, watched 5 minutes, watched another hour and a half on Wednesday, thought it would be over after an hour on Thursday… and then I came out to the farm, so, maybe I’ll finish it Sunday. When you work so stinking long, there’s not time to finish a movie.

Anyway, it’s good. Really good. I would actually like a chance to experience what “Alex Supertramp” did. Of course, I would need a space heater and a take-out menu. And I couldn’t rip apart an elk. But his thought process is intriguing. And I think I agree with him.

I may have been a hippie in the 60s.

Tonight as I unpacked, I listened to a pack of coyotes singing somewhere nearby. It was eerie and despite my knowledge that coyotes are afraid of me, it still sent a shiver of fear through me. A pack of coyotes might be different than just one.

It made me think of Alice and Jasper in the barn. My babies. It did not make me think of Jacob, because I loathe him.

I ate five bites of bad popcorn for dinner and now I’m starving.

I want a car that runs on hydrogen. I wonder if Mercedes will pick that up by the time I need to replace Lexi. I’m ready for something very fast. I just assume Mercedes will be fast. I only picked them because, out of all the fancy cars, I named my first dog Mersades (I couldn’t spell).

Of course, that will be well after I’m working on my own at quiltmaking and multi-media painting. That is, if I don’t fall in love with this lawyering job and decide to be really progressive and learn in the field.

Yeah right.

It just occurred to me yesterday that I should have gone to school to learn how to produce music. I was thinking, If there’s one thing I really love that takes little effort, it’s searching for awesome music. I’m a moron. Why didn’t I think about that, like, seven years ago?

I wonder what my dad will think about that.

co-worker: “Um, that’s your dad, right?”
me: “Yeah.”
co-worker: “It’s just that you sounded so serious when you transfered his call.”
me: “Yeah well, he wasn’t interested in chatting with me.”

Tomorrow (well today), I’m going to drive around until I find a place that will change my oil. I love small towns. I love small town teenagers. They’re just so… towny.

I found a cute shirt online that said, “I like my men Cold, Dead, and Sparkly.”

I was actually shaking so much with frigid coldness while writing this post that I had to edit it like 20 million times. I’m probably still editing it.

Circus by Britney Spears

There was lots of talk, as usual, over Thanksgiving. Not so much old family stories talk (that apparently some non-family members hate a lot). But, that could just be because I took some long naps and showers at night (prime time… er, for all of it). But, here’s what I want to know:

There was brief discussion on Sunday about “Liberal Brethren” and if that’s an appropriate term. If they are liberal and therefore we can’t worship with them, they are not brethren. Most of the time, I find myself lumped with the “Conservative Brethren”. However, there are two cases I’m familiar with where I feel… *shudder* liberal: 1) Down the street from the WA church there’s a “one cup, no class” church; 2) The only church around the farm (i.e. “franch”) that holds services on Wednesday is also “one cup, no class”.

And I’m prompted to ask… Am I “Liberal Brethren” to these groups? If so, what does that mean for me?

I’m going to throw three things out there that I’m not sure about. 1) I think that “one cup” is gross and unnecessary, but I don’t think you’re doomed for observing that way. 2) I think “no class” doesn’t have a good argument. 3) I think the church needs to reevaluate how they appropriate their funds.

Also, were it not for the gross factor of the “one cupping” (??) at said E. TX congregation, I would be worshiping there on weekends. While I would appreciate a class atmosphere, this church seems to tingle with aliveness. Is it vain of me to not want to put myself in a situation where I have to drink after people? I’m not sure, but I think so.

The career woman. This woman is someone who thinks she’s the man. She’s the breadwinner, the provider, and the do-it-all girl who doesn’t need any one. I want to make a point to say that I don’t think that on the whole this is a Christian woman. However, if you took offense to what I said… it probably is you.

If you’re a Christian woman and you work outside the home or have a career, I don’t by any means think you’re a heathen. That’s ridiculous. But I want to know what this woman is really thinking and really trying to do.

I don’t believe in equality. When God created people, he didn’t make one better than the other, but he made them right for each other. Each has a purpose. The purpose of a woman, by and large, is not to put on a business suit, scheme and deal, and work her buns off to beat the boys. It doesn’t matter what your business is or how you do it, if your children are suffering, you should be at home.

Who can deny most of the world’s children are suffering?

I struggle to see why a Christian woman would join those ranks. Even if your children aren’t seemingly affected by your independent schedule, why look like a worldly woman?

Lastly, I strive not to offend you all, but may very well by saying that I don’t believe for a second that you’re winning souls for Christ by working in the corporate world. I don’t believe that’s your goal, either. I know it’s possible, because my dad can’t talk about income tax without talking about Scripture, but, um… brought anybody to church lately?

(That was harsh. I know it was. Some do make a difference - Thanks. Isn’t it irritating that I have to apologize for this in my own post? I guess I don’t have to.)

I’m also interested in what makes a business man think he’s accomplishing something. Pushing paper? I’ve always felt it a little bit, but I think the farm has pushed me over the edge. I don’t think we need cities, and skyscrapers, and Wall Street. I think that if you had a big bushel of zucchini in your garage, you’d understand why. You might not agree, because then you’d have to hitch up a horse instead of rev an engine, but you might understand.

Don’t be mad. I’m just 25. What do I know?

Supermassive Black Hole by Muse

Joining Sagittarius ranks: Kip

My babies live in the barn. I’m fairly mortified.

I acquired a dishwasher full of Depression glass on/around/throughout my birthday. Thank you Mom, and First Monday. For future reference, I’m sticking with Amethyst and Pink glass. I’ll probably insert some white and tealish dishes in there so it’s not so girly. I think that’ll be nice with the overwhelming amount of gray I’m going to have when I get my own place.

I’m 25 now. I feel like I need to be doing something else with my life. But what? I probably just need a dog.

And just so everybody knows, Savannah is awesome, and my noise is crooked.

Also, if you want to be annoyed with me and think I’m an idiot, read the post below. Some day I’ll clarify my view on the working woman (right now I’m trying to bypass personal vendetta). Then stay tuned for my unorthodox view on the marriage ceremony. However, who knows when that’ll be since the Internet at my shell-of-a-house is going off tomorrow!

I better move, and quick.

Funnyman by KT Tunstall