Mohawk Boy!

While I was with my friend, who was getting her hair cut like mine because wonder twin powers activate, there was a little boy, 5 or 6?, getting a mohawk. When he was done, he walked around the salon like he was the Big Man! Dig me! I'm the shit! Dad was very pleased, as you can see. Everyone else in the salon loved it too. Then grandma walked in *cue doom and despair music* . If looks could kill, we would've all been vaporized on the spot. She actually told this little boy, her grandson, not to stand near her! She also said the mohawk would be cut off as soon as she got the chance. Take a fucking pill, bitch!

Readers , do me and the rest of the world a favor. If you see her in the Cocoa, Florida area - she's the the old bag with the jet black hair and the stick shoved firmly up her wrinkled old ass - please run her over.

"Hi Sinners!
I'm Sister Mary Mortification, and I'm going to kill your spirit!"


Doesn't she look happy? To be fair, this photo is from "Nunsense", so she's supposed to be having fun.

I had the good fortune of seeing "Women In Black" - a film by Claudia Sherwood, about the experiences of several baby-boomers at the hands of nuns while they were in school.

Here's the link if you want to view the trailer:
http://www.cinemaguild.com/trailer/WIB.MOV

I endured 16 years of Catholic schooling (yeah, I went to a Catholic college. what was I thinking?!) and I remember all too well the corporal punishment and the feelings of shame, humiliation, fear, and helplessness. It was much like the military. They had to kill your spirit to get you to fall in line. I vowed I would never send my kids to a catholic school, and everyone else must have felt the same, because all the catholic schools are closed or closing due to lack of enrollment. Short-sightedness on their parts.... don't beat your future customers!

I'm Not the Only One....This information was directed to me recently. It is taken from www.djmrswhite.livejournal.com

"...4. I killed Buck Owens. It was not intentional. Here is the evidence:

I own a Hee Haw thermos. It lives on top of the refrigerator. 10 days ago I washed it.

I bought a Buck Owens CD of old country gospel songs 7 days ago.

I saw "Larry The Cable Guy: Health Inspector" and called it "Hee-Haw"-larious in my review. That was 4 days ago. He died the very next day.

And dang it but my friend Bob N. and I never did get out to Bakersfield to see Buck perform. He used to do that regularly there at his own club. I feel stupid now, but not as bad as I feel for killing him."


That's okay. I know how you feel.

Here's How I Did It.
February 21, 1987 Afternoon - I'm watching videos on MTV with Mary, my best friend. "Hello Again" by the Cars comes on, and I'm pretty tired of this video. Lots of cleavage shots. Transvestites. Shock value. No imagination. I know Andy Warhol directed it, so I say "Andy Warhol should just go die!" We watch a bunch more videos that afternoon and I don't think anything about what I said. The next morning, Mary arrives to drive us to campus. I answer the door and she looks like she saw a ghost. "What?!" "Andy Warhol's dead." "Oh my god! I killed Andy Warhol!" I'm an art major, so the news is all over the art building, including my part in it. Mostly, people are kidding around - "hey Linda, anything I can do for you? Don't wanna piss you off!" No, I didn't want him to die. I love his art. I still hate that video, though. Have I wished other people dead since then? Yes. It doesn't work.