God vs. The Girls Scouts of Genesee Valley

During my tenture at ---- bank, I have come to know people from various walks of life.
(That is a very serious opening sentence, isn't it?)
Today I helped a couple of Girl Scout troop leaders get some financial matters squared away. That the gentle reader may know, girl scout bank accounts are practically a work of art- if you take away aesthetics. They are scary paperwork monsters.
My boss was laughing at my ill-fortune in being the new go-to person for girl scout accounts in our area.

This is where the story starts to get good. This is when you realize, ahhhhhh....this has all just been prefatory information.

My boss asks me if perhaps I was a former girl scout and that's why all the girl scout leaders were drawn to me. I assured him that, heavens, no! Jehovah's Witnesses wouldn't allow their children to get involved with bad associates like the girl scouts! Goodness knows what seemingly innocuous, but no doubt vile, moral indiscretions I would have been witness to had I been a part of such an ill-reputed, egregious group as the Girl Scouts!

It's funny. I used to spend so much time trying to defend my "beliefs"- which included a staunch stance on such things as having wind chimes, feng shui, joining the girl scouts, attending a prom, etc. Such useless time spent having to feel like a jerk because I wasn't 'supposed' to say, "You, too", when nice people wished me a merry christmas or when i couldn't attend the funeral of a friends' loved one because it was at a "church". Every other church unwittingly worships satan, you know- the poor bastards. What a bunch of arrogant bullshit!
I miss feeling like my parents might at least have nice thoughts about me, even if they didn't feel comfortable expressing them. I miss having my parents say nice things to me in my imagination and being able to actually believe that in real life, it could possibly happen. Now, even if I imagine having a nice conversation with my parents, I can't enjoy it because I know it's a sickening reality that they would never have a normal conversation with me. I can't imagine my way past it. It turns my stomach.
Somehow little pieces of life get wrapped up in the issues that trouble us. When that happens, you start to see girl scouts and have moral dilemmas and biting pangs of heart. I don't recommend putting yourself in that situation.

Fecal Matters: An Encore

i got home and solomon said no more meat and that he had found religion.
i had just come from the therapist where it was decided upon that i needed to go vegetarian again in order to keep from shitting giant brick-like turds. and apparently i need to create a god. that's what she said anyway. maybe i'll build a god out of my own giant brick-like turds.
social anxiety was discussed. solutions seem simple, but i'm not sure how actions add together to equal said solution. either way, i came away with this:
i am wearing the same clothes i have all day, so why should i feel less comfortable in them right now? but i suspect that that's just a sentence that i think sounds good to end the topic but that doesn't really mean anything.

weather.com(read all about it)

this is a desk not a dashboard, you asshole. solomon wants wax in the insence buddha(elvis kind)so as to burn insence. suddenly flames. that'll do. no more fire. buddha's got a big black stick- what? no! flaming buddhacock.


"Flamin' the Buddha's dick, boys," he screamed,"FLAMIN' THE BUDDHA'S DICK!!!" The fighter plane hurtled off into the raining night over the goddam ocean.

no no

pankacek

pankace

pancake

i finally got it. pan-quake the typewriter is completely backwards in my eyes...like i'm typing through a lake...





flamin' the buddha's dick, boys...beouys......s




he stands majestic. weren't we watching t.v.? there is still smoke wafting in front of my face. i wish i record paste a small world picture on here of the "Disney's Family Reunion" album cover on here. Granny, praise jesus, may she rest in peas, gave me the bright colours of the mad tea party. pisspoor representations of the walt disney renditions.
I.O.in. es. yes!ahhhh. mister pickwick!!!
kitties....kitties.....into the dark.
it's wonderful.