Oh for the love of fRuzzy stuff...
...I'm older. Or will be later this afternoon. 5:43 exactly. =D
*looks around* Um...*twirls a one of those party noise maker thingies*

So yeah, older. As such, it's time to impart some of my learnéd wisdom:

MALES ARE STUPID
*has to dodge many thrown objects from her male friends, including a tiger plush* Let me change that--not all males are stupid, just the hormone driven ones.

Does Ginny (who currently pwns today, btw) have reason for this? Of course she does, in the manner of co-workers. Let's name our prime subject "Richard", shall we?

So Dick, who's been hitting on every girl at my store, decides for some idiotic reason that, hey, Ginny must be all lonely and depressed with her boyfriend out of town, why not HIT ON HER? REPEATEDLY?

I may be lonely, but only for one guy, and it sure as stuff isn't Dick. So I ignore him.

Now nature, for some reason lacking other means of comedy (I guess the platapus gets old eventually), gives males this usually endearing quality of tenacity. You see it on all the nature shows--"Even though this male is younger than the alpha male, he still attempts to intiate the courtship ritual..." So Dick decides that, hey, the normal "hit on the girl" isn't working, so he resorts to Option 2. Rip on the boyfriend.

But not just any kind of ripping. Oh no, Dick has to make a BIG impression, to make sure Ginny is paying attention. And in case you thought racism was dead, you were wrong.

I won't repeat the things he said (and worse, that one of the other guys actually chimed in on), but I can tell you this much:

I

WAS (still am, really)

PISSED.

Now, I can honestly say that, if I thought there would be no retribution visited on me because of it, I would have socked Dick. Being Trainer of the Month and the law about assault and battery and etc, I had to content myself with a dark glare. Needless to say, you know those mental statues I have of everyone in my mind--the ones that get carved out a little more by everyone's actions? Well, both Dick and his little buddy (who I had actuallly respected before this) got large chunks torn out of theirs.

Dick came back later and (I think) sincerely apologized (his buddy did not), so, as Jesus has taught, I forgave.

But I'm not forgetting.

Guys (and gals), stop being idiots.

By the way again...
...I recommend Becker as a good watch. Basically about a grumpy doctor who doesn't give a hoot about political correctness, but has his heart in the right place. 1o:3opm Central time on 25 WGN (that's upper Chicago, peeps).
10-11 pm Central on 52 ?KDTV (that's in Texas).

Just tonight, for example--a columnist was attempting to tag Becker as a racist, but it turns out that the columnist was being such a p.c. witch hunter that he (the columnist) was helping to perpetuate racism rather than extinguish it. Good episode.

Night! *ka-POOF*

Q: How do you make a Lotad evolve?
A: Chunk it down a well. (At least until the ASPCA gets involved.)*

Didja ever have that ache--y'know, the one where you want something and you can't have it, or you have to wait a long time for it. And not in the dirty way, either. The ache just sorta seizes your heart and y'kinda feel it pulse in your spirit for a split second--you almost want to cry and you can't because you almost can't breathe--and then the ache just sorta dulls for a bit.

Crazy as it sounds, and I know it is, I ache that way for, well, Heaven. The place that isn't like this one. And before you start freaking out, no, I'm not being all depressed--this has been something I always thought about. The place where negative emotions are gone, positive ones are beyond extreme (yes, that's a good thing), and everything and everyone is perfect. Despite what society says, I believe such a place exists; that, contrary to some story-telling, we aren't meant to have anger, hate, sorrow, outcasting, and violence in our lives forever.

The ache will pulse every time I heard a strain of beautiful music or see art that is beyond words. And almost, for a very split moment, I can feel Heaven; that promise that this place and time aren't my final ones. That I don't, thank God, have to live up to society's expectations, which are far different from mine. The best house, the most expensive car, the highest paying job--because, after all, you can't take any of it with you.

Sorry--went a little *random on you there. Just felt compelled to write. And waiting patiently till I can go Home.

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Meanwhile, if y'all hadn't been so caught up in defining Harry Potter as the newest fad, I would've read it sooner!! If someone had just said, "Wow, JK Rowling is the next Travers or Dahl!", then...well shoot, I'd be reading it so much sooner. Thankfully, since I waited so long, I get to enjoy (re: gorge) myself on that much more Potter that much more sooner. Hee hee.

Devoured Year One in less than a day (job and sleep, y'know).
Devoured Year Two the same way.
Saving money to get the next couple of books. Certified Rowling nut #1,458,019.

*Mild expletive*, it's good to be reading again. ^_______^

BTW, someone wish me a happy birthday already! I'm turning...*gulp*...a quarter century this Friday. Heh, but growing up and growing older are two different things. Break out the CCEBs already!

And Beloved, I miss you terribly and wonderfully so.

*wa-POOF!* And off I go!