I need a drink or six. 2004-11-04 - 8:54 a.m.
(more non-sensible drama, for the benefit of the Cathinator)
It has occurred to me that maybe I don't believe in God anymore. Or maybe he just doesn't listen to the likes of me. I mean, maybe my expectations were too high- you don't talk to the guy for months and then you have the audacity to say "Please let Kerry win! He's Catholic! I'm sort of Catholic!"
(I should have said I would have gone to confession for the first time in about 14 years. Dammit!)
Instead of crawling in a dark hole and bitching and moaning for the next for years, I've decided to (pretend to) find Jesus, find a nice frat boy who drives a nice SUV with a 'W' sticker on it, settle down and (pretend to) become Stepfordized like Laura Bush (who seems to always have a vacant sort of look in her eyes, y'know?). I will then use my powers as a brainwasher (they teach you that in Republican school) to make them see the light. I'll tell them that Jesus wants you to not vote Republican!
Hmmmm.
Um, I may or may not have been going somewhere with this, but I really have to go practice flute now. Bleh.