Dear Philadelphia

I am tremendously happy that Phillies won the World Series. This means that life can return back to its usual self. Everyone will be in better moods and I don't have to deal with people constantly talking about baseball, complaining about baseball or being all baseball emo-dramatic.


May be now I can finally understand Cory Matthews fascination with the Phillies.

With that said:
Congratulation Phillies!



And on a side note: Philadelphia, stop being like this baby by using your car horn as a noise maker your gunshots are plenty fine.

Heaven In Black Leather Jacket

I think God has a funny way of telling me things through various inappropriate phenomenal actions. Through God's sick, twisted humor I believe s/he wants me to live in a big heap of shit.

I had made it a point to do some household chores that involves the use of electricity but due to this thunderstorm I can't without the fear of being electrocuted and dying a horrible death. So instead of cleaning up I am on the internets writing about my disgust with the whole situation.

I would like to point out that while I was walking back from 1 Shot Coffee House with an iced-coffee in hand I couldn't help but think that I could have been struck dead by lightning bolts. One of my biggest fear is dying from a lighting bolt. This may be a scientific fallacy but I think iced-coffees are natural conductors of electricity. I have no time dealing with logic and scientific hypothesis when I am running for my life. True or not, I hate carrying anything wet during a thunderstorm.

Maybe I should just call it a day and just eat a cheeseburger.

Queen of Apology

I have come to the early conclusion that I am not born to animate. Seriously, I'm feel like a retarded child trying to learn how to do long division. I think my insides might look like that little boy/girl pictured above.

Desired Constellation

Dear God has got to be one of my new favorite sites. Not for the religiousness of it, but for everything else.