Well, won’t cha just go and look at that. It’s 06.06.06. Ooooh. I’m all skeered. The Devil’s a comin to take me away. Or some shit. Whatever. I’ve never believed in the Devil so I’m not terribly afraid of him today, or any other day for that matter. I haven’t really seen anyone too up in a bother about it though, so that’s good. Sort of like this whole Marriage Amendment The Shrub is trying to get passed. Cause yeah, I’m really threatened that my friends Karina and Jackie wanna get married. That’s truly what’s important today. That we keep people who WANT to get married from getting married just cause they’s is Gay. Oh dear god; not THE GAY. Whatever shall we do? Ooooh. That;s right. Mind our own fucking business. :-) Novel concept, I know. I don’t know a single person who cares about banning homosexual marriage. Not a single one. And I know a lot of freaking people. Every blog I’ve read today has been a lot like what I’m writing here. Some more eloquent, as usual. ;-) But, it remains the same. Like being freaking out about the date today, people get all a twitter about shit that ain’t none of their business. (Oh, and as for my particular vernacular today, I’ve been reading Getting Mother’s Body by Suzan-Lori Parker over the last couple of days. It’s written, for lack of a better word, in a lot of Ebonics. It took some getting used to, but now it’s in my “voice”. I haven’t been talking this way, but I sure as fuck been thinking it this way. The book is pretty good so far actually. I’m over half way done with it.) Ugg. Fucking George Bush. He hasn’t known what was important his whole life, why should I expect him to get it now? I mean, this is the same man that thinks his imaginary friend actually TALKS to him. :-)