February 23, 2006

I was born of a sinkhole that was impregnated by a stroke of lightning, raised by Mother Nature and spanked daily.

I‘ve always been wary of “boobies.”

I would welcome some psychoanalysis on this matter.

I blame my mother, who is a nurse.

I want a stained necktie and a bloody nose.

I shouldn’t let my dad pick out hairstyles for me.

During my first year of University I decided it would be an awesome idea to buy a home pregnancy test.

I am a concubine no longer. But still opulent!

I told them that hanging up pictures of the pope is like a gateway drug.

And I wondered about intenionality of our actions.

Call out Gouranga be happy!