So she found a much older man that makes her happy. Who really cares? Let love rule.

I don’t know what you mean, I’m sure. Here, hop in and tell me all about it. Mind that roll of duct tape.

Really? I read it as quite narcissistic. A gay child is not about you as the parent. Gay people are people too; not accessories.

I loved him before this shit (and before a friend dated a good friend of his, spent some time with him and was utterly appalled about how he routinely treated and talked about women): http://radaronline.com/exclusives/201…

my reaction to finally getting those cookies.

Here comes Peter Cottontail

Holy sh*t....what twisted soul came up with the crucifixion cookies?!?! That’s DARK.

I am not superstitious, and even I would be in church every day for a year if I was the butcher who sliced up that monstrosity.

I can understand how some people might mistake that for Satan, but that is clearly the archangel Gabriel’s cat named Snickers that jumped on the food image transmitter.

You’re why people hate atheists.

Easter should be better than Christmas. All of us are born. This is supposed to be the day Jesus literally rises from the dead.

First, the Easter Bunny predates Donnie Darko, so I make no such comparison. Secondly, at least in my childhood, the Easter Bunny was never a drifter in an old, filthy bunny suit at the mall. He was either just a regular animal rabbit or this guy:

The only feet I can deal with are baby feet. And little animal paws. All other feet are gross and they need to get away from me. I don’t even like my own feet. And I hate people touching my feet.

Some people who don’t observe it (they will not be a problem, on the whole), and a whole lot who do but who left things ‘til the last minute. So they’re stressed, which is what makes it so stressful to deal with them.

Location of emergency key is something they should have told you before they left.

I would be in jail for murder right now if I were you.

It’s my birthday! YAAAY! My first one without the soon-to-be-ex husband. It has been wonderful. Sleeping, reading (I bought a bunch of kindle books), sushi, etc. YAY. Everybody should get divorced — way more naps that way.

so to give you an IDEA of what my what is today:

we went to an adult easter egg hunt at a winery, where, if you found the golden egg, you got a YEAR OF WINE DELIVERED TO YOUR HOUSE.

so we’re looking and looking and I see a tree stump, and i kick the loose dirt and bark and see nothing, and I walk away and TWO SECONDS…

Grief comes in waves. I was not too bad over last weekend until Sunday night. My Spring Break was over and it was time to get back to school and all I could think was that it seemed so awful that life was going on in a world without my Grandfather. Like how could everything continue. I will be fine for long stretches…

I have to work tomorrow in retail hell and even though I will get holiday pay... I just really, really, really, really dun wanna do it.