I'm Watching You, Girl!

I really want to swear right now, and that's another thing the devil makes me feel like doing when I bump heads with him. I'm stunned . I just found out that one of my blog entries has been linked to by three websites one of which is HANNITY DOT COM.... Yeah, as in Sean Hannity, as in the devil's shoe shiner. That guy.

What did I do to deserve this? It's a post from March 2007 about the New Bedford Immigration Raid. I made some one dimensional conservative comment, and boom. Well, in this case, it looks like illegal immigrants actually were doing jobs that citizens could be doing. BUT not all illegal immigration can be painted with the same brush. It's a whole different chunk of cheese in California.

The thing that freaks me out is I have NO WAY of knowing when someone links to my blog, I found it on accident. It's not in my editing capabilities here to see that.

I make one little right-wing observation and the devil just can't sit still. I pay for everything I do, I swear. And just so none of you are mislead by popular religious non-sense, according to the Bible, the devil would look a lot more like this than the above photo. Look at him looking so perfect in this imperfect world (evil)! Smoking cigarettes (evil), having coffee with t, probably spying on me (possibly evil) in a dress I would LOVE to have (evil)...how can you doubt his real identity? [Dave, I know that with this particular criteria you could also qualify as the devil, but don't worry.]

If you look like this...

Please email me. I'll be over here staring at my inbox. Thanks.
But seriously, my ex called.This is him: "yeah, theresa...i know i'm a cheater...i just like women, i can't help it...i'm sorry..."

My students are skeptical when I tell them he's my ex.

Wentworth and Brad: Some Observations

Well my love hate relationship with the internet continues as I search for Wentworth Miller information. I'm really upset because come to find out, there are quite a few other people who like Wentworth, too. I'm jealous. I like to be the only one, or one of the few. It's the way I am. Just found out also that not only is he a Princeton Graduate, but his major was English Lit *fanning myself again*.

I'm worried about Brad Pitt's mental health. He complained about this Vanity Fair cover. He signed a release form for the photoshoot, and this is an 'art issue' of Vanity Fair. What's the problem? The problem might be that Brad is in love with himself as much as the rest of us girls are.

I have more serious blog entries to tend to and issues coming up, but for now... here's some drivel. Some might conclude that I may need a boyfriend.

Idea

I have an idea. It occured to me Saturday when my right pinky finger started twitching involuntarily for hours. I figure that I'm getting some disease and my time is limited. So I thought, there should be a Make Out Wish Foundation. If you're going to die, you can contact the foundation and tell them your make out wish. You get to make out with any individual you want. Maybe I'd choose Brad Pitt. Wouldn't that be weird if making out with Brad Pitt cured me? I think it might.