Another damn day
There's a memorial service for Bekka, this weekend, but I'm not going. It would just be weird. Goodbye, Bekka. I'm sorry.
*a moment of silence*
And, then...
Fucking Farmer's Insurance just "teriminated" my mother's car insurance, because they got wind that there was another lisenced driver in the household (me) using the car on her insurance. Except that when my mom's insurance agent called her, a few days ago, to confirm that I have not yet gotten my lisence (or even attempted the stupid test), she clearly told them that I do not, in fact, have a lisence.
The world is so full of bullshit. If the smell hasn't already killed God, then he's sure-as-Hell hovering around up there with an ineffible clothes-pin over his nose, wishing that he hadn't promised Noah never to send another giant flood, and trying to decide whether the Earth would be better ended in ice or in fire, and yelling "Jesus, polish your flaming sword already-- the end is nigh!"
And the angels are ghosting about as-if on eggshells, trying not to make a sound, even though God theoretically invented ears, and so has better ones thay anyone else, except that it He invented them, how does He have any Himself? What came before the creation of the universe? If some god made us, who in the name of all philosophy created Him (or Her, or It, or Them)?
*a moment of silence*
And, then...
Fucking Farmer's Insurance just "teriminated" my mother's car insurance, because they got wind that there was another lisenced driver in the household (me) using the car on her insurance. Except that when my mom's insurance agent called her, a few days ago, to confirm that I have not yet gotten my lisence (or even attempted the stupid test), she clearly told them that I do not, in fact, have a lisence.
The world is so full of bullshit. If the smell hasn't already killed God, then he's sure-as-Hell hovering around up there with an ineffible clothes-pin over his nose, wishing that he hadn't promised Noah never to send another giant flood, and trying to decide whether the Earth would be better ended in ice or in fire, and yelling "Jesus, polish your flaming sword already-- the end is nigh!"
And the angels are ghosting about as-if on eggshells, trying not to make a sound, even though God theoretically invented ears, and so has better ones thay anyone else, except that it He invented them, how does He have any Himself? What came before the creation of the universe? If some god made us, who in the name of all philosophy created Him (or Her, or It, or Them)?