10:02 pm - Wednesday, Jul. 10, 2002
Ain't Nuthin but a Sheep Dawg
So, yet again I find I've lost another entry to the capricious whims of my computer gremlin. Using duct tape and an old mouse pad I think I've rigged up a way to diasble the stupid mouse-type-screen-thingy that always seems to interpret random hand gestures as a cue to delete whatevers on the screen.
Run-on number one.

I had been saying something about how another whobody looked me up from Classmates.com. I'm so pleased. It's like Christmas without the snow, guilt, gift-giving or religion. (I just listed guilt three times, didn't I.) I've lost touch with very many fabu people, and one by one I seem to be ferreting out paths to their little worlds. His world would be Chicago, where he appears to be very happy. Yay! We should all be so lucky. It is a gift to grow into yourself. I don't suppose anyone but Age is handing that one out. Bummer, cause when I think about what I would have done back then with what I know now, it makes me wonder what I'm going to know ten years down the road that I'd find useful today.

That was run-on sentence #2.

I got lots of happy mail yesterday...there a letter full of advice from AuntieC, which was timely and useful. There was a letter from a physicist that I wasn't expecting, but was glad to get:) There was a heyhowdy from my sister. She's moving over to Diaryland! Another immigrant... Will tell you when I know her screename. Of course I haven't given her mine.

On another note, Can I just say how happy I am since I lost Jesus? Can I take a moment to expound on what a waste of humanity God can be? When I was 12/13 I spent several hours a day studying the bible (my mother's idea). It did not stand up to the scrutiny, but it took YEARS for me to admit that. It was like some sick splinter that was bent on working itself further in. Religion can be a source of great joy and strength, or it can be a huge unnatural guilt machine that sucks the will and self-determination from your very soul. Sorta reminds you of the Borg, doesn't it?

This is a short entry. That's cause this is a long week- I'm herding six kids and I'm starting to wear a little thin. As Queen Of The Universe, I deigned to bestow Radio Rights upon the next oldest female. She chooses stations unknown to me, which means I am entering a whole new world of music. I've learned such ditties as "it's getting hot in here, let's take off all our clothes" (I shit you not, those are real lyrics) and "Lick my neck, lick my back, lick my *radio edit*". Ok, so I think she says neck and back, but either way I'm sure this song is very long and lists many ways/means to lick a lady's body. Damn. I've been listening to the wrong station.... this whole time I could have been introducing my son to soft porn via radio, and I've been feeling guilty cuase he sings "I'm pretty fly for a white guy."