Hooray for love
And little pink piggies
And vegan brownies
And honeysuckles
And texting on the toilet.
Hooray!

I would have to say my skeletal system...w/out it, I'd have to roll my gelatinous flubber everywhere and I'd get very dirty...quite inconvenient.
   

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So, I was wondering if I was the only person offended by this Revelife bullshit.  So, as I read through the comments, I was surprised as to how many of the Christians actually do believe that Atheists have no morals.  How DARE them?  As if we're some sort of subhuman sludge.  I just know I'm going to offend one of my Christian friends with this blog, but all I can keep thinking is "You're so diminished that you need someone to tell you what to believe?"  They need a book and a "God" to tell them what is right and wrong.  They're not even intelligent enough to think for themselves.  How pathetic.  For years now, I've had a grudge with Christianity, but I tried not to talk about it, because I thoroughly believe that its none of my business what other people do with their lives as long as it doesn't effect me.  Well guess what, assholes, you brought me into it.  You're all weak and blind.  Giving all your money to your God so you can have $200 chandeliers in your churches and praying when things go wrong.  When he doesn't answer your prayers its just part of his "mysterious ways".  Guess what.  He's not listening.  There's genocide and there's rape and there's children being beaten!  There's children being starved!  Is this part of God's plan too???  When he touched me every fucking weekend, was that part of God's plan too?!  When my best friend's dad hung himself, when the nicest woman I know got cancer and died, when parents lose their children...are these part of God's plan?  What kind of God would allow this kind of bullshit in his world?  Ok, so let's pretend that all this bad shit is only happening to Atheists.  What about all the "good Christian families" that lose people too?  My stepdad's family...as Christian as they come.  Its obnoxious. But guess what?  Two of the girls still got raped.  One of the son's still died when he was 30 years old.  Two of the woman still have abusive relationships with their husbands.  Explain that, you ignorant Christian shits.  And if I had a dime for every "good Christian" person I knew with cancer, I'd have enough to start my own damn religion.  Right now I'm reading The Autobiography of Malcom X and as I read it, I realized that he's just as racist as the white people that shunned him.  And I'm not proud to say, that I'm doing the same with Christians.  You know what?  For years I've been gawked at and banned from households and forbidden to play with children.  You know why?  No, I never did anything wrong.  In fact, most of the people that banned me from their house I've never met.  Their kids decided to tell them that I was a lesbian, an atheist, a pagan, a pothead, a slut.  So naturally, they've never met me, but I can't ever be found in their household!  People treat you different when you look different.  And honestly, I don't look very different anymore.  I couldn't be picked easily out of a crowd.  But there were years when, during my teenage angst stage, lol, that I was the stereotypical goth girl.  People would pull their kids away from me.  They would tell their children, my FRIENDS, that they weren't allowed to talk to me.  I was a nice girl.  WAS...a nice girl.  All of these people were Christians.  Guess what.  I'm pissed off, lol.  I'm not so nice anymore.  You want a reason to hate me?  You've got one.

I'm severely worried about the next generation.  Reason being, the vast number of babies born to parents between the ages of 16-29.  Yeah, I'm stereotyping and generalizing.  But if any of ya'll have been on Facebook, its an ugly sight, my friends.  Parents in Hollister tees with Razrs melting into their damn hands from the extensive time spent texting are going to be raising the next generation.  I've looked around.  I've listened.  And I'm scared shitless.  They've created a world of their own where they measure their worth by the picture comments on their MySpace, and they spend as much time tanning as they do drinking.
You might have to be in my head to see exactly what point I'm trying to make here...fact of the matter is, its late, I'm tired and I've eaten 2 links of veggi-sausage and a dry salad all day.  Putting my thoughts into words is getting difficult.  Here's what I'm trying to say.

MY GENERATION IS SHIT.  THEY'RE BRAINWASHED WORMS AND WOULDN'T KNOW A PROFOUND THOUGHT IF IT WAS SLIPPED INTO THEIR DRINK.  AND NOW THEY'RE REPRODUCING.

Well, seeing as I am a vegetarian (the pussy version of vegan), I'd say its a great idea.  One day I'd like to go vegan, but that's certainly not for everybody.  I'm definitely not a radical vegetarian though.  I don't preach the disgusting details and such contraband at the dinner table or anything, but DO NOT challenge my choice to be vegetarian.  You eat what you want to eat, and I'll eat what I want to eat.  While I would love to see everyone be vegetarian, I'm not an idiot, and I know we'll never do away with the meat industry, but I do wish it was cleaned up a little bit and regulated more...but enough said.  As much as I love animals, I can't stand the radicals that preach Animal Rights 24/7.  I'm sorry, but there are just some people that lack the intelligence to even be reached.  (Please don't get me wrong, I am not saying that anyone who ISN'T a vegetarian is unintelligent, I'm saying that there are some people that are so stupid that no amount of preaching and bitching could ever reach their thick heads.)
   

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The jalapeños
Slyly hiding in my Sub
Give me monstrous gas.

Soo, today was my day with Gram (that's what I called my Grandma).  She drove us to Bridgeport...slowly, I might add, lol.  At one point she was going 40 in a 65mph zone...3 semi-trucks passed us...going uphill, lol.  But that's part of her senile charm, I suppose.  It'd be slightly more charming if she'd contain herself to the right side of the road, however.  *shakes head*
I curled my hair this morning.  God only knows why, its already wavy, lol.  A little gel and its good.  But nonetheless, I got the curling iron out and tweaked places here and there.  I ended up burning my belly on it too, lol.  I hung it on the hand towel thingy and when I leaned forward to put my mascara on I burnt myself, haha.  Its neat, its starting to fill up with fluid, hehe.



So I tried on about 15 bathing suit tops, and 3 pairs of bottoms.  I finally got two tops to fit, and one pair of bottoms.  I wear men's trunks to hide scars, of which I'm sure you all understand.  I used to wear tankini's as tops, seeing as I definitely don't have a bikini body, but as of late I decided I don't care, because to be honest bikini tops are the most comfy to swim in.  So it was between a black top and this dark green one...I decided this one was more comfy.  I apologize in advance for the retarded mirror picture, however, when I tried to take one w/out a mirror, it resembled kiddy porn.



After shopping, we went out to eat.  I treated...with the generous help of Mom's Visa card, lol.  Thanks, Mum, you're the shit.  All in all, it was a fabulous day, despite the thrill ride courtesy of my grandma...lol.  I must say though, its heartbreaking seeing her get older like this.  She's acting so...confused all the time.  It seems like nothing makes sense to her anymore.  But I've gotta ignore my grief and suck it up and be there for her more.  Someday, she'll be gone, and I'm going to miss her annoying little quirks. 

For those of you who don't know, my grandmother helped raise me with my Mum.  Its almost like I grew up with two Mummies, only my Mum isn't a lesbian.  Well, she hasn't ADMITTED that she's a lesbian, haha.

I adore dreaming.  All kinds of dreams, good dreams, bad dream, nonsense dreams, naughty dreams.  Dreams are so much fun.  In fact, my favorite dreams to have are nightmares.  They're so thrilling!  And they always feel so real.
The other night I dreamed that - I'm hungry - Jonathan was betrothed...ok, not so out there, right?  He was betrothed to a one year old test tube baby.  Lol.  When she was 18 he was to marry her.  That would mean he'd be 36, lol.
In the same night, I dreamed that I was a boy on his bike.  I went off a ramp and into the window of an abandoned building.  Upon coming to, I found myself in wooden plank room, with a wooden plank table in the middle and surrounding it were these little people in earthy - Mommy just brought me Subway! - tunics.  They have vines and whatnot intertwined in their shoes and most of them had red hair.  As the dream developed, I realized this was a post-apocalyptic society, but not in our plain of existence.  It reminded me kind of a video game (which, since I was dreaming, likely my brain made it that way), because one could use special places (like small worm holes, lol) to go from place to place.  At one point, I went through one, got lost and ended up someplace with these scary (and angry) monster things.  I hid in a little burrow, which had a door to someone's house, and eventually the red-haired people came to save me.  Honestly, it was beautiful in this place!  They had become one with nature again, and everything was connected with the earth.  It was beautiful.
So, with all that being said, what's the weirdest dream you've ever had?  Or the greatest?  Speak, bitches!