November 27th, 2002

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Today's gonna be ridiculously slow. Neither of my bosses are in today, but I'm dangerously low on personal days, so I have absolutely nothing to do.

Been reading "American Gods," which is as great as I'd hoped.

Kath is away at her parents' house for T-day, which makes me sad.

I go home tonight after work; I am to meet up with my brother at the Port Authority and then we bus it up to Mom's house.

Holy shit! We're getting paid today! Nice. That makes my life much, much better.

Um, ok. You can see how this entry's gonna go if I keep it up. More later, when I'm feeling less disjointed.
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stupid joke alert

Let me torture you all with a joke a co-worker just e-mailed me.

Little Melissa comes home from first grade and tells her father that they learned about the history of Valentine's Day. "Since Valentine's Day is for a Christian saint and we're Jewish," she asks, "will God get mad at me for giving someone a valentine?"

Melissa's father thinks a bit, then says "No, I don't think God would get mad. Who do you want to give a valentine to?"

"Osama Bin Laden," she says.

"Why Osama Bin Laden," her father asks in shock.

"Well," she says, "I thought that if a little American Jewish girl could have enough love to give Osama a valentine, he might start to think that maybe we're not all bad, and maybe start loving people a little bit. And if other kids saw what I did and sent valentines to Osama he'd love everyone a lot. And then he'd start going all over the place to tell everyone how much he loved them and how he didn't hate anyone anymore."

Her father's heart swells and he looks at his daughter with new found pride.

"Melissa, that's the most wonderful thing I've ever heard."

"I know," Melissa says, "and once that gets him out in the open, the Marines could blow the shit out of him."