i haven’t search such intense, creative and wickedly fresh music to groove to since hearing Zero 7 for the first time all those years ago. first, i have to highlight how awesome blip.fm is (check me out!)… talk about a new wave of social networking! i’ve found it to be a cross between twitter and songerize, and have discovered some really fabulous artists in the process – wax tailor coming with a quick “oh yes i have to have that!” reaction. i’ve only downloaded one wax tailor album so far but i’m totally hooked. the sound is trippy and melodic with hip hop, jazz and general quirkiness overtones. i love it.
Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.
Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior.People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn’t changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can’t marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.
Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Brittany Spears’ 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.
Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn’t be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren’t full yet, and the world needs more children.
Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.
Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That’s why we have only one religion in America.
Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That’s why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.
Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven’t adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.
My son woke up crying around 2:30am. I went into his room and he said he had a bad dream, and could he sleep with Mommy and Daddy. Of course he could. I asked a silent plea to whatever what giving him bad dreams to stop and give it to me, instead. I ending up having a pretty awful nightmare, which I’ll detail below… and when I woke up and couldn’t fall back to sleep since it was stuck in my head, and there was the addition of my son laying diagonally on my pillow. I didn’t want to disturb him so I went and slept in the guest room.
In my dream, I was in my house (only didnt look like it) and there was an announcement from the government that due to environmental threats, they were going to drop a nuclear bomb in the nearby lake. Everyone was told to evacuate, if they could. I was walking around the house packing things that I would take with me when we fled. I remember grabbing odd things like socks and stuffing them in a big paper bag. My son wasn’t in the dream, which was good, but my husband was, and I asked him if he thought we would be safe in our secret room (the weird thing is, I have recurring dreams about secret rooms in the house ALL the time. At least once a week). Anyway, he said he had forgotten about the room and thought we should check it out. It was through our garage in a little door that we had to bend down to get through, but it was a full-size room once we got in. Hubby said he didn’t think it was safe since we could see outside. So we went to leave, and when we got back to the main house, it looked like the whole thing had gone up in flames…. the wood was all charred and embers were still glowing. I was shocked and scared, thinking the bomb had already gone off, but Hubby said no, it wasn’t scheduled to go off until later, it must have been something else. So we made our way through the house and got into the car, we were going to go to my Mom’s to hide in her basement, or pick them up and find some other community bomb shelter… we hadn’t exactly decided. I was so panicked the whole way in the car, and we passed some things that made us think the bomb had gone off but my husband said no, it was scheduled to be dropped at 9:00 and it wasn’t 9 yet. I looked at the clock and saw it was 8:53 and we only had a few minutes, somehow I thought it was scheduled for 10:00. I started really panicking then, saying the was no way we were going to make it, and I was looking out the windows and people who had accepted it and were standing outside on rooftops and in parking lots waiting for the inevitable. I was crying and shaking and saying to Hubby over and over, “I’m so scared, I’m so scared…” and then I woke up before anything happened. Ugh. It was a doozy. But at least my baby slept better once he was in our bed… poor little guy.
Later on, after I moved to the guest room, I had dreams about having sex with Jake Bronstein. Mmm hm!
OMFG THAT CANNOT BE THE END OF THE SONS SEASON!!! I am shaking...what an awful cliffhanger...and as a Mom
My heart is shattered. #samcro3 days ago
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