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First off, I'd like to apologize for my inconsistant blogging style. I can't help it, it's just who I am; a tad inconsistant, a little flakey, but always there when you really need me.
Anywho. I haven't had any coffee since yesterday because we're out of creamer, and I simply refuse to drink coffee (or at least not that tar that comes out of my coffee pot) without creamer. I've been known to drink it black, but not often...usually if I'm nursing a hang-over (which hasn't happened in years) or when I feel like a good strong cup of black, unfooled around with, coffee (which doesn't happen often). I have yet another sinus infection, the Catholics have a new Pope, Benedict (though I think he should have called himself "Pope Joe" on principle), and I have a boil. Yes that's right, another sinus infection and a friggen boil. For those of you who don't know what a boil is, it's like a really nasty pimple, just bigger and a tad more difficult to live with. But, hey, at least it's easily covered by an article of clothing...I won't tell you exactly where it is, cuz I don't want you to laugh. I wriggled my way of antibiotics today from my doc, yay me. Once again, ladies, you know what I mean.
Today, when I heard about the new Pope in town, I tought about a particular miracle described in the Bible. (Before we go on, no I am not Christian...Yes, I am a real witch.) The miracle in question is the one of Elijah (? or is it Elisha, I can never remember?) Anyway, he doesn't die, but rather is taken up to heaven in a fiery chariot by some flaming horses, or so the story goes...the question I ask is this: If that happens to a Pope, what is the church's stance on electing a new Pope? Do they elect one? Or not because he didn't exactly die so much as he got whisked away? Seriously, I want to know, it's bothering me.
Pimpzilla update: Still haven't found the Pimpzilla browser for firefox...obsession is growing...
To Jeremy (if you're out there) how the hell come did you stop playing golf? You love golf, you have what it takes to go pro! (And, now don't tell anyone this, it gives me a reason to watch golf on tv.) I personally don't get the sport, but you do and what's more, you love it. Jem, "today is a great day for golf". Well, maybe not today, per se, probably Thursday, it's supposed to rain today, and tomorrow, but Thursday is supposed to be clear and sunny. Go play some damned golf.
Posted by good-feathers
at 11:19 PM CDT