You know those television ads where they warn kids not to try ridiculously dangerous stunts at home? As unpolitically correct as I am, well most of the advice I'd give should carry that very same warning. Seriously. Don't try it. Being the new girl in school, it's quite obvious that my lil niece Chatty Carmen is gonna have to deal with some chilly alienation at least in the beginning. They don't exactly call them mean girls for nothing. Forget about the welcome bandwagon, these nasty mini-socialistas aren't about to hand out free cupcakes for fresh newbies. Well, at least she didn't get egged like poor Jonathan did in Gossip Girl. Full story...
Didn't really hit me until today that I might be in charge one day. Certainly makes it sound as if it's some uncertain date in the far misty future - rather than by the end of the month.
Looked at myself in the mirror today and still couldn't find the resemblance. Seriously. Didn't I get mistaken for a porn-obsessed sexual perv just a month back? When did I suddenly turn into a turbanned and mustachioed religious cleric?
Then again it was dark, I'd grown a beard and I was eating kosher food.
Very few things make me squeamish. Okay, maybe torn hands dangling by the ligaments. And possibly tapeworms.
Jealousy. It's an ugly, selfish emotion that has crept up on the best of us. Even knightly Arthur himself wasn't spared the sly, green-eyed demon when Lancelot made the moves on his queen.
Just today, I stumbled across an old porn film that I first watched years - and years back. An incestuous lil gay porn that involved three virile, highly adventuresome ( and shockingly inventive ) brothers.
Seems even the fates are conspiring against us. Feel terribly victimized with our already tattered reputations slandered and besmirched by those who don't know better.
With an education partly based on the misguided teachings of Islamic-inclined tutors, there has been much argument on the feasibility of consuming pork.
Start cracking those books, kids. Cutting coupons to buy groceries simply isn't fun. If there's a valid argument for studying smart to get into an economically viable course such as geology ( forget about medicine which is purely altruistic! ), it's that being poor actually sucks.
Seriously. Forget about saving the whale. Forget about saving the orang-utan. Forget about staying away from shark's fin soup.
We come to love not by finding the perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
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