The newspaper today came printed on pink paper. I support breast cancer research but how in the FUCK is tinting everything pink going to help? I don't know. I'm in a bad mood.
Why were the debates so boring? Why was Obama so...nonassertive? Why do we still talk about "clean coal?" Where in the world does clean coal come from? Princess Fairy Snow Drop Mountain?
Why did I start reading Spalding Gray's journals last night at 2 a.m.? We know how this ends up. It is not good.
Why do I wake up at 2 a.m. and feel I must read?
Why is it that some of my clothes are fitting really well but others seem not to have changed at all in their tightness? Or, not much, at least.
Have I told you that Baby, the Banty hen has disappeared? No. I have not. Well, she has. She is no doubt dead and was eaten by a hawk or owl. Why does this upset me so? Did I not know it was going to happen? Yes. Yes I did. But I'm still upset.
What's a Biblical Family, Chick-Fil-A? One that wears sackcloth and sacrifices a firstborn son if the Lord demands it? One that the Lord tells the husband to go unto his wife's maidservant to fuck if his wife can't conceive?
Why are we so obsessed with how much cleavage celebrities bare?
Why did Arnold Schwarzenegger fuck all those women? Including his wife's maidservant? Oh, wait. I know the answer to that one- because he could.
Where does anxiety come from? Why won't my NP prescribe Xanax for me? Why does she keep giving me herbal and supplemental remedies that don't do shit? And that cost more than Xanax?
Why would Huffpost tell me to "WATCH! Justin Beiber vomits onstage!" I don't even want to watch Justin Beiber sing onstage. Did I spell that right?
Why am I sitting here on my ass when I have things to do?
Do you have answers today? If so, submit them. Or questions. Either one.
Let us go forth.