I actually feel dumber after watching the news.

"Terrorism across the board is wrong and evil." - Random 'man on the street' commentator about the man who allegedly is The Bishop.

Thank you Captain Obvious. For without your insightful comments, I might never have known.

I might be a bad person...

...Because I find this to be insanely funny.




Oh, and we mustn't forget this one...

And lastly (for now) this one almost made me crap my pants I laughed so hard...



This is all I want to do today. Look at comics and laugh. I also want to think about Mike. And how much I love him. I think I picked the perfect song for us to dance to at our wedding. I started crying when I listened to it again. Hard. I started crying hard as I pictured dancing with him at our wedding. It absolutely blows my mind how much I love that man. Want to know how I know he is my forever? One good way is because I sob when I think about dancing with him at our wedding. I sob when I think about how much I love him. I sob when I wake up in the morning and realize that somehow, I actually love him more than I did yesterday. I have loved before. I have even thought I wanted to marry people before. Twice. Once, when I was 18. I chalk that one up to the fact that I was 18. I thought I knew my heart, and myself. But I didn't know either. The other was more recently. We never got engaged, and I believe that we never would have. He would have asked and I wouldn't have been able to say yes. He is a good person, and he was a great boyfriend. And maybe if we were different people it could have been something we didn't just talk about. But then I met Mike. And our relationship has been like no other. Not too far into it, I told him we had something special. I never could have guessed however, where it would actually go. I didn't even want a boyfriend out of him. I just enjoyed his company, and his friendship. Thank god, I still do. He is my rock, my strength, my heart, my soul. He is the only person I want to be with for the rest of time. He has made me a better person, someone I really like and respect. All because he is such a good person. The best, in fact. I have never met a more moral, truthful, amazing man in my life. I am in awe of him on a fairly regular basis. Yes, I have loved people before, but in comparison those loves mean nothing. How do i know that God put Mike and I on this earth to be with each other? Because I just do. Because nothing has felt more right. Because I've never gotten excited thinking about having anyone else's children. Because my heart and my head are screaming at me take his hand and never let go. And of course because of the sobbing. I used to be a bit of a non-emotional hard-ass. I prided myself on the fact that I went three years without crying. Eventually I softened up and allowed myself to watch (and admit to watching) romantic comedies, and cry unabashedly at them. I allowed myself to open up to people more and express my feelings and not be afraid. But this? These intense wracking sobs? Over a guy? Because I'm so happy? This I've never done before. I thank Hashem (God) for him on a daily basis. And I cry then too. I look at his picture and I get misty eyed. It's actually completely out of hand and I hope it stops after the wedding. But for now I'm totally ok with it. Because it feels good to cry so much for a good reason. Even if that does make me such a girl.

Er...

Jeopardy had a category called

Let Me See Your "Lips"

Seriously. There were the Quote marks and everything.

sshhh...

This isn't mine, but I feel like it could be.

Diet Pepsi Jazz Caramel Cream

I gross myself out sometimes. This drink is an abomination. And I like it. I probably won't in a week. In a week I'll get vomity at the sheer thought of it's caramely goodness. But until then, it's probably all I'll want to drink.

Just a Little Ouchie

While at work today I accidentally tagged my finger onto a shirt. I was attempting to talk to a customer, and tag a shirt at the same time. Apparently, I'm a big fat liar in interviews when I claim I can multi-task.

Thankfully (and miraculously) the finger didn't bleed when I pulled that little plastic thing out. Somehow the customer never noticed my ordeal. Either I am a fascinating conversationalist, or stealthy. I'm hoping for stealthy.

The things we lose

On the SocialSatellite temp site that Andrew set up Mary left a journal entry bemoaning the loss of all her entries. It had really hit her all the memories she had lost. She joined the site right after she moved here to Chicago, so there were all of her observations on living life in the city, teaching on the southside, meeting her fiance, and stories of her southside students (Like the girl who had to bring her mom in to school for a meeting, but her mom was in jail, and she didn't want to tell her grandma so she didn't get her butt whooped so she paid a crack whore hanging on the corner $10 to come and pretend to be her mom. Or the kid who came on her Canada trip last summer who refused to use bathrooms and pooped his pants everyday instead.)

So this was my response to her. I feel the need to copy and paste because now I'm paranoid of everything I write disappearing into the abyss.

"I know hon. I know how you feel. Everything about getting my store ready, dating mitch, breaking up with mitch, going on the most horrendous dates (that make the best stories now), the guy with the hair plugs who bitched about his mother and said I was lucky I have straight teeth or he wouldn't have gone out with me, the cerebral palsy guy, the major twitch guy, the guy who slammed 6 beers in 30 minutes, the one who never stopped talking, the one who stopped talking to me when he realized I wasn't going to go home with him, the "I can't wait for my parents to meet you" guy, the "I have severe mental issues" guy, the guy with the missing/removable teeth, the guy who yelled at me after two weeks, the guy whose apartment I FLED when he tried touching my breast, all the other awful guys, then meeting mike, bitching about the stupid things mike said, dating him, falling in love with him, getting engaged to him, leaving rocky, coming back to rocky, going out last summer with Jason all the time, Meeting all the new people to the site, building relationships with them, all of their fantastic supportive, helpful and funny comments, the recorded memories of all of our get togethers, important Huge moments of my life, tiny inconsequential moments, embarrassing admissions, bearings of my soul, EVERYTHING. It's all gone. And I'm even more bitter because I must have been out of the room when the announcement was made. Or paying attention to something else entirely.''