Lions=6, Christians=0

pparently, I've received a settlement in a class action suit that I wasn't really aware of being a part of. My credit card company had some sort of thing going on with their credit protection plan, which I had (and which saved my life during my unemployment stint, I didn't have to pay my monthly bill for six months).

I was doing my bills last night and discovered on my Visa statement that I had been credited fifty seven dollars. Well. Okay! I have no qualms about that. ^_^

Christ can do anything.
Lovely conversation floating to my ears just now from the Jeebus Ladies in my department. I read just as much as she does, but I read the only book that matters. The bible.

Oh for fuck's sake.
I'm going to have to drink some whiskey, drop acid, fornicate like a mad bunny, and maybe even kick a few little old ladies just to get all this Christ-talk out of my system.

And somewhere, somehow...The Priest They Call Him is genuflecting like a crazy person without even knowing why, but knowing I have something to do with it. hee!

the sporting life

hat's it, I'm breaking out the Diamanda Galas. I've had enough of this nonsense.

I can see that this is going to be a I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL!sort of day.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

ello Kitty boom box stereo at Target: $29.00

Diamanda Galas cd, "The Sporting Life", at Tower Records: $16.95

white extention cord to reach the plug under my desk, Home Depot: $3.00

The looks on my coworkers' faces when I press 'play': FUCKING PRICELESS

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