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02/02/2007 - The following will be my last update on this site before I shut her down forever. This entry end with a bold goodbye.

Bears 502 - God 1

While not a possible score, the Bears sympathetic and fearing being smithed, issued God a mercy point.

For showing mercy to the almighty, Brian Urlacher was ordained a Saint, Devin Hester taught the virtue of patience and Rex Grossman was given his wings.

After the game, Jesus - formerly God's second string quarterback - stepped out onto the turf.

Ironically, Jesus made only one previous game appearance in which he was allowed onto the field and resulted in him completing a game winning hail Mary to God's former favorite receiver, (let's just say that they had a falling out) Lucifer.

Jesus - always with the sense of humor that guy - was benched (he built it) the next week for turning Peyton Manning's great-great-great (six more greats) Grandfather into a leper in the 21AD divisional playoff held in Babylon. Manning Sr lost three fingers in the game and fumbled 26 times but was later cured and a formal apology issued.

Team God faced the Romans in the Championship game the following week and seemed to be a lock for the title. But Jesus sat the bench again. Frustrated and restless at not being allowed to play, his mind wandered and he had a revelation. He tried to resist the idea but was more bored than the when he spent 40 days alone in the desert. No longer able hold back, he gave into tempation, turned the gatorade into wine, and single handedly lost the 21 AD Championship game without ever stepping onto the field.

Jesus, seen only once more, disappeared shortly after the media verbally crucified him for causing the entire team to get inebriated and give up 49 consecutive points in the second half.

Some doubt that Jesus would have done such a thing and claim that Judas - the teams third sting kicker - was jealous of Jesus, switched out the coolers and fingered Jesus as the prankster. It was easy to believe after footage was leaked to the press of Jesus walking on water. His faithful fans never lost hope that he would return.

Half of the crowd rose to their feet and cheered at seeing him, the other half either didn't care or didn't believe that it was actually him.

Jesus helped his battered father limp off of the field but quickly returned to offer congratulations to the Bears. Being the humble person he is and showing his passion for the game, Jesus first offered his best wishes to Lovie, who responded by inviting Jesus and his family to the after game media dinner. Jesus accepted.

That night at dinner, Jesus sat centered between the Bears Offensive and Defensive lines. The entire team sat on one side of the table and answered questions from the press while they waited for their food to arrive. Outside, the sound of screeching tires did nothing to take away from the excitement of the moment. Jesus was practically glowing at being so in the moment. Gould placed his hand on Jesus shoulder and noticed that he was bleeding. The sound caught up to the recognition, first the crack of a gun shot, then glass breaking, then the deflating sound of air being released as the bullet penetrated Jesus' lung. The media screamed and shot pictures of Christ dying at the table.

The headlines the following morning read, "Christ's Last Supper". The article continued from the front page and on page three, the shooter was identified as Eli Manning. Apparently, Eli had been pulled over only moments after the shooting, caught driving Tank Johnson's Escalade. Eli admitted to stealing the vehicle but hadn't meant to shoot Jesus.

When questioned Eli stated that he had found several handguns in the vehicle and was only aiming at the Bears for fun. Yes, he is angry at Christ for what he had done to his Grandfather but he had never meant to pull the trigger and was never actually aiming the gun at Jesus. The paper quoted Eli's final statement.

"I was stealing the car but as a joke. Tank and I have been fu**ing with eachother all season. At first I didn't think the gun was real and I took aim for fun. I was actually aiming at Thomas Jones. His neck is freakishly huge. Urlacher stepped out of the restuarant and I got nervous when I saw him coming. My hands started to shake and the last person I saw was Bernard Berrian. I was actually scared that I had shot Berrian."

Another article actually made me chuckle when I read it. The title? "Even With Gun, Eli Can't Hit Receivers"

Jesus was pronounced dead on arrival. Chicago celebrates win...postpones services for God's son.

IT'S BEEN FUN!!! GOODBYE TO ALL AND BEST OF LUCK!

01/01/2007 - HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! This my friends is the year I have been waiting for...07. It's finally here and day 01 could not have been better...well, not much better. I rang in the New Year in Woodstock, IL, grooving to the groovilicious sounds of Malfunktion. At times during the evening I exercised my new found appreciation for humanity - oops, where'd it go? (Kidding) - by helping the stumbling, bumbling and alcohol saturated lushes up off of the floor. I caught falling microphone stands and replaced floor monitors as one by staggering one the fallen lost their own personal tag team fight against inebriation and gravity, sometimes taking the bands equipment down along the way. I watched from the corner of the stage as 10 feet away a 6-foot tall blonde bombed shell teetered and eventually tottered; the floor monitor at the opposite corner of the stage became a fulcrum point for her fall; her body pivoted slowly and lazily but perfectly straight like a board, falling head-first toward the band in a way the made me feel like I was using my spidey senses to watch her collapse. Unable to respond fast enough I watched as she did a nosedive, falling to the stage floor and striking the lead guitarists pedal-board with the full front of her face. Her body quickly followed and did not move but lay there drunk and stunned, half on the stage, half off and at a 45 degree angle, feet above her head elevated by the monitor that lay trapped beneath her body humming and feeding back a little, located just slightly between her knees and waist. She just lay there with her face buried in the bosom of pedals not moving. It was either shock of the moment or drunken recognition that delayed the first attempt at her rescue but only seconds later I watched as three of her friends stopped gawking in amused disbelief and began pulling at her feet. Instead of picking her up, the stooges proceeded to drag her by the feet, her face scraping and bumping across the pedal board. A fourth person joined the effort and stupidly tried to remove the monitor from beneath her that was now sliding across the stage with the fallen blonde’s body. Seeing this, I - her sober hero - rushed to her side, realizing immediately that these fools would have dragged her body across the bar and out to the street before they ever figured out that they weren’t actually picking her up. I waved them off and told them to let go of her as I scooped her up at the arm pits, turning her body toward mine so that her knees could bend and stood her up. She stood, swayed a little and with a very confused and lost look on her face, started to add things up. She touched her face and winced a little, her eyes welled up with tears as she smirked and let out a nervous giggle. I replaced the monitor and the band played on. Throughout the night, the lemmings drank and the lemmings fell down. A horny couple had their celebration end prematurely after being caught copulating in the men’s room stall. No fights broke out but on an unrelated note, many did regurgitate their drinks at the evening’s culmination. All in all, it was a fun evening. Scott I crashed at Casa De E-Squared (Eric and Ericka’s). In the morning I in invested some of my hard-earned paycheck in a plate of Palestinian Crepes and coffee. It was nice not to be hungover, having consumed only two beers the entire evening and not until arriving at Eric’s house. I played with Eric’s pet ball python Heduk (sp?), named after the fictional eco-terrorist. After brunch, Jim, Jess and I all hung out, socialized and then Jim n’ Jess gave me a gift that still has my mind reeling from joy, surprise and with appreciation of their generosity. I can’t thank them enough but I’ll keep trying. I’m at work now, watching A Few Good Men for the umpteenth time in my life and typing with my fingers crossed – figuratively speaking – that at the very least, my faithful few find this entry interesting if not humorous. Anyway, after work I’m rushing home to run my five miles and play with my new toy/gift and with any luck will, by the end of the day, I will have laid down some of what will be the next of the many recordings to come…I hope. HAPPY NEW YEAR AND WELCOME TO 2007 MY FRIENDS! Best of luck this year and enjoy it because if you read my last entry…it “might” be the only chance you get…tick tock! ~

31 DEC - The final day of 2006! Hard to believe that I have had this site since 2004...entering its 3rd year! How have you all tolerated me? I'm at work...as usual, working the 2nd half of a 24 hours shift. I'd say that I'm tired but I'm up to my throat in caffeine, my head pulsing and my throat sore from the acid but hey, it's double-time-and-a-half, so a couple non-aspirin and away we go. Strange week with Saddam-A-Go-Gone. I can't say I'll miss him but I can say that I don't think he got a fair trial...it was a witch hunt from the beginning. The long Texas arm reaching and squeezing justice by the throat as it sees fit. And now, I'm watching the NFL sunrise cover a special on Patrick Tillman. Now that is a martyr, a true AmeriCAN! Thanks for your sacrifice brother! That said...good luck to everyone in 2007! HAPPY NEW YEAR. Poor a little out for the lost while you are out destroying your body with liqour tonight.

23 DEC - Can anyone explain to me how to get rid of this belly fat stuff that I didn't used to have? I run 10-20 miles a week. I watch what I eat...fruit, not much bread, very low fat intake and yet...I just can't seem to get rid of it.

22 DEC - The following link New Dinosaur is proof that God had a lot of patience. Most people can hardly take care of a puppy but for millions of "supposed" years he [God] ran this earth like his personal zoo before one day deciding to go off on a dino-genocidal killing spree, only to replace them with much smaller pooping creatures called humans. Yup, that's right and only two of them. Bloop, let there be light and click...bam, there is good old Adam and Eve, the two of which must have been part Black, Asian, Caucasian and Indian, unless time and geographic location actually allowed for the evolution of black people (because believe it or not, Jesus was probably black). Oh man, that'll piss of the Catholics and Christians. Be a shame to have to update all of their religious paraphenalia. This also proving that Jesus is the only person on earth that I am not related to, being that his birth was immaculate and all...he is free from actually...no wait, I'm related to the Virgin (aka lying slut) Mary -assuming I'm right...no way of proving that. So back on track...Mary would be related to me, so being that Jesus is the son of God, he would be my half something or other. I am related to Jesus and Hitler...that's a diverse blood line. Imagine that, being kin with the worlds worst antisemite and the greatest Jew ever...wonder if he made nice furniture. So, it's no news to anyone that I don't believe in God or give any weight to the "stories" of the Bible. With that, none of this ranting should surprise anyone. I basically don't care. It sure would be nice to explain the world and everything right or wrong with it by saying that it's simply God's plan...and who knows...maybe it is, maybe there is a beginning...maybe our little section of the universe wasn't formed when a star exploded and caused the mass of our earth to come together or realign to a new sun in exactly the correct place to allow for an atmosphere to allow life. Maybe, just maybe...but at the same time...can anyone truly comprehend a beginning, a blank page, as if one day God the almighty, decided that he would create the earth and the heavens....screw around with dinosaurs for a LONG time and then confuse us just enough to allow for scientists to find proof....pffft....proof of evolution and the transformation of man over millions of years. I mean, who is going to believe that...no, I'd much rather go with the truth, the WORD, as things are stated in the bible, a collection of stories written and translated and changed and allowed for and changed again and translated and so on for hundreds of years as most, dare I say fables tend to. The bible, the greatest STORY ever written, part fiction, part non-fiction and all to be accepted by me as nothing more than a book of morals and great stories meant to steer man, control man and teach one how to live by the earthly assumptions of what God...or men who fear God and sin...the human stains...determine. With that said. Praise God and for all those that are religious, I hope you are right and that I am wrong. At the same time...what do you expect from heaven. With rules being as strict against sin (the best part of living) being so tight here on earth, would you expect that things would be more liberal in heaven or would you expect the divine accepted to conduct themselves by the word after death as well. With that...unless I get to hang with all those that I have loved and admired after my death...I'll take my existence here on earth as that of no more than a mere animal and try to make the most of my time, try to indulge myself as often as I see fit and should I be wrong...well...so be it but I can't say I believe in something just because I fear hell. You either have faith and believe or you don't and if you don't, then live free and enjoy life with the believe that it's the only chance you are going to get. See, there is what I believe the basis of religion to be. Religion to me is freedom from having to comprehend that life is meaningless...not to say that life is meaningless but that your existence has an end and an end is far too hard to comprehend. Take away meaning from life and society as we know it would crumble. Without the structure and moral code that organized religion offers, we are just animals and prone to living as such. I respect religion, faith and those that believe but I do not believe, no matter how hard I would like to. I've rambled long enough and will stop now for fear that I'll be redundant a number of times before ever finding a conclusion or complete a thought. All this from new dinosaur bones being found in Spain....ahhh Spain, what an amazingly beautiful country. Peace be with you...and if you're religious, please pray for this sinner...to speak so evil so close to the birth of our lord and savior...the son of God. Life is Good and my cups half full. I love and am loved. My God is my mind and he's blowing you all kisses! MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIENDS!!!!

15 DEC - Things are good. I ran the Rudolph Ramble 8K with my brother last week and rolled my ankle after passing the first mile marker. There was snow and ice all over path and I got cut off by some girl as Don and zig-zagged our way past the slow people and stepped on a large frozen iceball. My left ankle rolled and popped a few times but the swelling inside my shoe stabilized it enough and I was able to keep running. Donovan and I finished together at just over 41 minutes. It was a fun run but I'll be looking to knock about ten minutes off my time by this Spring. The ankle didn't help but even so, I'm only at about 36 minutes at my fastest right now. I went to the Dentist yesterday and got about half the work I need done taken care of - seven fillings. Now all I need is the four impacted wisdom teeth extracted and a crown. Unfortunately my face was so numb that I didn't clamp down and form the mold properly so I can't quite close my mouth all the way or chew. I feel like I have an extra hard piece of candy stuck in my teeth at all time. Hopefully I'll be able to get back into the chair early next week to have this taken care of because I am going nuts not being able to eat comfortably. The census shows...30% of our nation is OBESE! Nice! I don't know if that's better or worse but with any luck our nation will cut down on that percentage by continuing to pass laws banning trans fats. With any luck health awareness will continue to spread with the passing of smoking bans. It's hard to believe that so many people resist passing laws that will benefit their lives. Back to Braveheart!

5 DEC - It's freezing cold in Chicago. While I appreciate the cold in that it mildly relaxes my constant concern of global warming, I can't say that I love it. Bring on the snow! I have my fingers cross for a white Christmas. I made some tea in my patented Iraqi style this evening...I'd explain but it's not worth your time. Let's just say that "It's a process." Other than that, nothing much new to report. Christmas shopping, spent a few days in New York. The annual stuff. Right now, I have been up just short of 24 hours and yet, I'm still considering a trip to the gym this morning. It's probably not the best idea but since when do I ever do what's best for me....well that and I ate an entire large pizza in one sitting and feel the need to shed a few calories. Anyway, back to work with me...it's been one of those nights!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BROTHER DONOVAN!!!! 40...makes me feel better in that I still have something to look forward to after 30! See below and understand better my fear of dying.

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29 NOV - Another day has passed, the process of inhaling oxygen, exhaling carbon dioxide...what a fucking waste of time! All this air we consume...all the ticks and tocking of clocks, all beating their ryhthm, marching us quietly to our demise...our certain end. Just keeping busy, just passing time...bullshit!!! I get down on myself for every second I waste, every moment taken for granted in which I hadn't done something to define myself, to evolve to move ahead, to keep pace with time as best as my skinny little legs and sore knees will allow. My knees didn't used to ache like this, my belly didn't use to swell, the air in my lungs growing a little more defiant and raspy each day...this passing of time! Sitting in traffic, waiting for a flight, getting an extra hours sleep...or the illusion of catching up on sleep. Everyday our vocabulary gets smaller, our ambition less pronounced, our nose hair a little longer, the lines in our cheeks sag a little lower and the dark pools of existence swell like bruises under our eyes. We exist TO end. I've never believed in a heaven or a hell and yet I fear them. Does my fear make me ignorant? Some would say my fear isn't the ignorance but my lack of faith. Some would say faith is as much arrogance as it is ignorance. I say whatever allows you to look in the mirror and see a set of honest eyes is what matters, not the fear, not the faith, not the arrogance or idiocy! It's the honesty. At 30 I fear death but not as much as I feared death at 5. I never allowed myself to feel immortal and simultaneously never allowed myself to act as one and yet what have I done? What have I seen and more importantly, when my eyes go dark, who will have seen through my eyes that will allow me to rest in peace with the knowledge that my experiences weren't just momentary visual stimulation but received and radiated expression through appreciation of this life. I see this world and I appreciate my time but I also walk this earth with a feeling of worthlessness...why? This world is not eternal...this planet is alive like you, dependent like you...dying like you. Everything we are is tied to this earth and this earth is tied to the sun. See, it's religion that makes it all okay. It's "God" that allows us to swallow the idea of the human perception of inadequacy. Who are we to believe in God...to say that there is some devine being, to create purity and then write books that transform us from simple animal beings, organisms to beings with souls that are to be received by God, that are more than beautiful, that redefine our existence from temporary to worthy of purity. I can't swallow it. I can't believe that there is something beyond this world. I want to, I would love to but I can't. This life, for me, in my opinion is far too short to waste on the idea that I should resist sin for the afterlife. And in this afterlife...is the actions considered sin suddenly allowed? It's hard to believe that what is written as the seven sins are to be discarded upon being accepted into "His" grace. I accept the beauty of this world for the picture it paints in my head. I appreciate the love, the pain, the death, the humanity of it all. Perhaps we can agree to disagree...perhaps not. I believe in life, love and the pursuit of unwasted time. I am 30 years old and I hold in my hand what I consider to be a lifetime of love and only a pinch of experience. At 30, I intend to race towards the finish and yet my intentions come with obstacles and restrictions on necessity. Travel, eat, exercise, fornicate, love, celebrate and more than anything express it all through permanent thought. Take the time to take the time! For me, I have only begun to love and hope that I have only begun to be loved! Take words and describe what comes into your mind, what you see, what you feel and do it without sanctuary from the emotions of others and without guilt but without directing negativity upon others that are different from you...to recognize difference is not the negative but to reflect upon the differences as negativity as a result of your personal beliefs or bias is a wretched thing...something I am guilty of and am deeply sorry. Through the introspection and self inspection, I have found faults, weaknesses and ugly imperfections that disgust me. I say to you now...be who you are through honest eyes. Everything else is impaired! I love you all and with a deep yet overcaffeinated sobriety that I can only explain as temporary sanity seasoned to taste! WHAT?

26 NOV - I hope everyone enjoyed their holiday. I've enjoyed my time off, six days off can't be beat. I drove out to the middle of nowhere, otherwise known as Dupo, Illinois. I saw St. Louis from a distance and its ragged little skyline. The arch is beautiful but the rest is a very depressing site. There is something very strange, yet mildly enjoyable, about being able to see a city in the distance while driving down a highway sandwiched between cornfields. St. Louis is the type of place that would make me want to move to Indianapolis. Regardless, I picked up my daughter from the sticks and spent a couple wonderful days with her before leaving for NYC. Being back in NYC only solidified my love for Chicago. It was strange to be so completely disconnected to a place that I lived in for a year. It wasn't until I walked into Kira's apartment that I felt like I was home again. Thanksgiving dinner was a wonderful and totally unique experience. We enjoyed all the staples: Turkey, homemade Cranberry sauce but more than that there were creamed leeks, fresh oysters (caught and brought) by Kira's uncle from Cape Cod and Kira's cousin Alexis' famous Bourbon Pumpkin Cheesecake. Kira’s cousin Claire and her roommate made a traditional Australian dessert with which the name eludes me but could be called a pomegranate meringue cake...it was awesome! Anyway, Thanksgiving ended and I spent the next day soaking up the perfect fall weather. I flew back to Chicago early on Saturday morning and am back to work again for the next few days. It's only a three day week for me and then I'm jumping right back on a plane headed to NYC for my time off. I don't know how I was lucky enough to swing the extra time but I'll be enjoying another 5 days off of work after just having six.

The holidays weren't quite the same this year without my Grandma Shirley. It's hard to believe that she's gone but I'm relieved to know that her pain is over. Shirley was an inspiration to me and someone I could always count on. She was one of the most positive people I have ever known and I can't think of a time in my life where she was ever anything but a joy to be around. She introduced me to the music of Johnny Cash, took me to see Back To The Future and gave me my first taste of Baklava. I'll miss you Grandma and I love you! I'll be attending my Grandma Shirley's memorial tomorrow morning after shift.

20 NOV - My last shift is almost over...8 straight 12 hour shifts is no joke. I'm ready for the break. With the next five days off I will be plenty busy. I will not be updating this site either. I'm putting my laptop under the bed and stepping away from the computer for the next five days. In two hours I will be free from the office and I don't want to see a computer, let alone think until next Sunday. What am I doing with my time? I walk out the door at 7, get home, sleep for a few hours, get up, go to the gym, pack some clothes, and jump on a train to Big Timber where my Mother will be waiting to retrieve me. At 4AM I'll leave her place, jump in a car, drive to St. Louis - well, Dupo, IL (just outside of St. Louis and still ten miles from a Starbucks...Nooooo, how does any survive there?) - to pick up my daughter, turn right back around and drive back to my Mom's. I get to enjoy two days with my Mom and kid before I jump on a plane on Thanksgiving morning and fly to New York to spend the Holiday with Kira. I fly back to Chicago Saturday morning because it was far too expensive to fly home on Sunday, work Sun-Tues, get off of work at 7AM, go straight to the airport and get back on a plane to NYC using the week in New York planning the wedding. We'll be meeting with the photographer, the flower lady and visiting the locations for the wedding to discuss details. {PRODUCTIVE} After that, things slow down until Christmas...only three weeks later when Kira comes to Chicago for a short holiday trip. Unfortunately it looks as if I won't be ringing in the New Year with her but I do plan to celebrate with friends while we all say goodbye to Malfunktion. I have nothing on the board after Christmas though, which is good because I need to slow down for a while, relax and just get through this winter. I will have some highlights...I plan to visit my good friend and former Iraq trailer roommate, Erik "diesel" Owens in Nashville some time in January. The first week of March will be spent in Prague, Czech Republic, when Kira and I head over for a short vacation/annual company team building trip. I'm lucky enough to be going on this trip with Nate and his beautiful wife Deirdre. Most people know Nate as one of my best and closest friends...true...but he is also a coworker and the primary reason I was able to move back to Chicago. The four of us will spend the first three days in Prague doing the mandatory but unbelievably fun work obligations. Once that is out of the way we'll break away, just the four of us, to do the tourist thing. It's going to be wonderful and I can't wait. Well, I have to wait but I don't want to. Outside of that, I have yet to see or spend quality time with half of my closest friends. I'll be making my way out to the suburbs to reacquaint myself with the [circle] as soon as possible. I miss those guys but I've just been too busy with work to be able to dedicate any time to anyone but family and getting settled back in to the best city on the planet!!! My winter is shaping up and all the planets are aligning for what looks to be a very promising spring. WELCOME TO CHICAGO ALFONSO SORIANO!!! Just a couple more moves to make and my beloved Cubs may actually promise to be a formidable foe in 2007. 2007....ah....the year I have been waiting for! BRING IT! My bears are 9-1 and the only two other teams I pay attention to - thanks Erik and Nate - are also doing well [Giants - Nate (G-MEN!!!) and Broncos - Erik]. The times are very exciting. I hope you are all enjoying this life as much as I am because if my calculations are correct, it's the only chance you get ~ make the most of it. Have a good week ya'll!

16 NOV - 4AM, it's late, maybe it's early. I'm all jacked up on Black Tea; my left leg has been bouncing for the last three hours. The white lights are going up around the city. Every night I look outside to see another stretch of Christmas sprawl added to the trees that line the streets of Chicago. I stopped in to CVS to buy a roll of dental floss, some baby wipes and an electric tea and was greeted by a holiday ear assualt to the tune of Let It Snow. COME ON! It's not even Thanksgiving. The fact is that stores have been preparing for Christmas since before Halloween. Why is it necessary to advertise for Christmas nearly three months in advance. It's not like people are going to forget that Christmas is coming, IT'S FREAKING CHRISTMAS!!! You don't see the Jewish out lighting up the streets with plastic Menorah. I propose the following law. No talk of Christmas before Thanksgiving has expired. After midnight on Thanksgiving, go...shop, put on Bing Crosby and a Santa hat...whatever. It's time for it but there is no reason whatsoever to have to endure an extended period of holiday cheer. I will stick a candy cane up the butt of any person seen expressing anything that could possibly be construed as "JOY". Save it up...stop diluting my experience. It used to be that a kid would go to the mall a week before Christmas and sit in Santa lap to ask for what he wants. At the current rate of holiday over lap, kids are going to have to decide between having a picture taken with the Easter bunny or sitting on some creepy old dude with a fake beard. At what point is enough, enough? ANSWER ME!!! Is the world so focused on the economy that the fabric of meaning is stained and torn beyond repair? Are kids going to start dressing as Santa on Halloween because they think it's a valid costume. Are costumes of elves and reigndeer going to replace the ever popular witch and pirate costumes? STOP IT, STOP IT NOW! Is our entire economy delivery system based on the corrupt christian practices act of 2001 that states that since the crash of the stock market and the dotcom industry, all valid opportunity to exploit all that is actually sacred by supplementing cartoon characters with religious icons and marketing them as candy as soon as fiscally profitable -or- to create artificial demand by forcing Christ-miss down the throat of anyone that breathes a necessity. Okay, I realize that sentence got almost as far away from me as the thought did but what can I say, it's four in the morning and I can't get JINGLE BELLS out of my head...I'm well within my rights to not make much sense. Plus, it's not like I'm going to reread this. Oh man, after the reaction to my comments about Cary-Grove Alumni, I can't wait to get some feedback from the Christians that read my site. Not that any of this deserves a reaction or actually says anything at all, at nothing that could be considered an actual thought. I'll fix that...so that no one thinks I'm being mean to people that believe in an afterlife...GO GOD!!!! Oh, and someone please! I don't pretend to know anything about religion...but I do know one thing. God...Jesus...TWO DIFFERENT BEINGS! They are not one in the same, so please stop (anyone that is guilty of doing so - not being specific - this is not an attack) anyway, PLEASE stop referring to God as Jesus and vice versa. God and only God is the almighty, Jesus was the skinny carpenter dude with the great hair that got his butt handed to him in that Mel (Antisemite but great actor) Gibson...YOU CAN TAKE MY LIFE BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE MY PREJUDICE!!!! film. Can anyone actually read this. Jesus was the son of God...get it, got it? Holy crap! What else? Oh, another thing that gets me is when people say that a soldier has "won" the medal of honor. It is awarded to the soldier, yes but you DO NOT win it, you receive it. Get it right. What else bothers me...besides me. Yes, I actually get on my own nerves. No, I don't think I'm better than anyone, I only express opinions...and most of the time they are only ideas and things I say...I may not even share the opinion. Can't a guy just write to write? What else is there? People...o..oblvisious natured people. When walking, it's okay to look where you are going. It's okay to walk in a straight line and the general rule of sidewalk eitquette is to pass on the right, just like driving. Okay, now I'm just nitpicking. I actually read somewhere what that meant, nitpicking I mean. It has something to do with the mongols...seriously! Okay, I'm done, I hope to have wasted at least a few minutes of your day while simulanteously making you laugh, get angry and convince you that I may just either be nuts, dumb or a complete jackass! I love you all!

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