This is Jesus' Fault

If He hadn't been crucified and then gloriously arisen from the dead, none of this would be possible...

First, this.

Then, that.

How can a loving God let this kind of controversy befall the wife of the most powerful man in the greatest superpower this world has ever known? Why doesn't He, in His Infinite Beneficence, not just smite all of the natural or adopted children of the fags, all of the fags, and all of the pricks who eat (or in this instance, roll) anything that could cause an animal pain? Why?!

*sigh* I guess we'll just have to wait for the fair and balanced judgement of the White House to sort this all out. I hope, and most especially pray, that they can come to a reasoned and sane decision on these matters in time for whatever children are left over to enjoy some good old fashioned avarice on this most holy of days...

Busy, Busy, Busy

A'ight, here's the deal: I've been busy with stuff lately. The cute boyfriend and I are preparing to go on a fabulous vacation at the end of the month, I've had one-roommate-too-many issues, and I'm looking into buying my own house or something soon. Not to mention the whole full-time-job thing. If I were a high powered executive using trite phrases, I'd say "I've got a lot on my plate right now". However, since I am not I'll just say, "Get off my back!"

I've got one or two things that I'm wanting to write, but I've had no time. Well, time, interest, whatever. I'm going to try to write something for Thursday, but in case I don't, don't think I've abandoned you. You are always in my thoughts and heart.

Okay, so that wasn't very interesting or funny. So let me just bring up one thing that I noticed while looking for a place to go fake tanning this past weekend: vagina smoking. Now I know what you're thinking, and believe me, I wish I didn't (sometimes it's not so nice inside other people's minds). But it's no joke. Apparently it's a legitimate treatment all the rage in the spa biz. Here is the explanation they gave:

The Balinese Beauty Ritual also includes a vagina smoke, a cleansing and apparently stimulating experience where you sit above a pot of smoking herbs.

Mmm, MM! There's nothing like a pile of smouldering spices really, really close to the crotch to calm a girl down. *sniff, sniff* "What is that, tarragon? Now THAT'S refreshing."

See ya soon, TIJF-ers!