The law’s opponents submitted 122,481 signatures in favor of a referendum; 55,736 are required. If enough are verified as legitimate, as expected, Maryland will be in the center of a national debate on same-sex marriage, with groups on both sides preparing to spend millions.
I went with Bobby Christina to a doctor’s appointment. It was snowy outside. We were waiting for some kind of results. They came back “good”. We walked out to the car. It was a white Range Rover in a huge empty parking lot covered in slushy snow. Inside was Whitney Houston, celebrating the “good” results with us. The family started asking me why I was so emotional. That’s when, somehow, it was revealed to me that it was one week before Whitney Houston’s death.
It was very chill. She definitely had some pieces on there that shows her growth, as always, as an artist. That’s important. Anyone can release an album, few folks attempt to release a book. I think that’s what make her so impressive is that she actually grows in so many aspects of her work. Being a full-time artist, I’m sure, attributes to that.
From the Chrysalis to Gemini Moon and even down to Black Marks on White Paper, she does it up.
“You’re up against far more than you can handle on your own….Pray that I’ll know what to say and have the courage to say it at the right time, telling the mystery to one and all, the Message that I, jailbird preacher that I am, am responsible for getting out.”—Ephesians 6: 13, 19-20 The Message Bible Eugene Peterson
I prayed the scriptures on my way to work - it made it less irritating that I was waiting for a bus that was probably 30 minutes behind schedule.
I prayed the scriptures on my way to work - God is not a superhero or a magical genie who grants wishes. Jesus isn’t a big brother that will push your bully into moving traffic. Christianity and faith is none of what I just mentioned, but sometimes praying and the biblical definition of Faith pushes me a little further to that point where I know I’ll be able to make it. I blame my much better day on the fact that I prayed the scripture.
My phone is an absolute cuntass for auto-correcting the word “so” to the word “do”. Seriously?
If I go to bed now, I can take the other half of this DiGiorno for lunch tomorrow.
I was imagining myself having a seizure or asthma attack or something. Something that would make me non-responsive. Like - the death part of the life or death situation. And I would have a medical examiner’s card on me or some type of flashing sensor around my neck that would read….
In case of emergency, plug headphones into ears firmly and play any variation of Steve Reich, Philip Glass, or Terry Riley.
And if it happened at my job, I wouldn’t want them to find that sensor. I’d hate to be resuscitated and open my eyes to those fucktard ass cunt faces.
You ever just want a dick in your mouth? Me neither.
Mother’s Day weekend is here. Sunday is gonna be awesome.
Trix & Cap’N Crunch - please & thank you.
Got so drunk last night I forgot to tell you about it.
Did you know that on the new ‘11 MTA coaches, 0-12mph are all battery operated, then it switches to diesel until it gets to 30 or something. From there it’s a combination of diesel and battery powered. YAY Hybrid vehicles.
Anything above 50 will trigger a bomb and if the bus goes below 50 mph….well
realized i slept with my apartment door unlocked last night.
got to work and prayed phil 4:6-8
had an amazingly productive day at work
had two really long conversations with the class of ‘52. they have a lot to say and it seems to do me really good (except for the fact that what they had to say spilled into the 5 o’clock hour and i missed my bus).
i got groceries to last me a little while longer
the way Jerry mirrors me, is terrifying. he literally is my clone.