A while back, I set up a Myspace page, which I immediately abandoned, and never added any friends to, etc etc.

So today I get a message saying "Justine has sent you a message".

I open the message, and it reads:

"hello. I was wondering if you are (my full name). Son of (my mother's name) and (my father's name). I am asking because I believe I am a relative of yours and have been looking fo you. Please respond. This is not a joke."

I got one of these "are you(my name)" before, but it was from someone that I recognised that I went to high school with (and has no intention of "re-connecting" with)

This one, however, is different.

If she is related to me, I would have to guess it is via my father, who divorced my mom when I was like 2, and high tailed it to deadbeat dadtown.

I surfed her myspace page and it looks fairly legit as a personal page with...

Had Lunch @ a Mexican restaurant called Matador today. Had a dish called "Pollo Loco" and it was quite tasty. We were the only ones in the joint for most of our meal. Granted it was in between meal times (3pm ish), but it got me wondering if Mexican restaurants in general are taking a hit due to the swine flu. You know, people staying away because they might be afraid that the workers might have visited relatives in the infected areas. I know it sounds silly, but if I thought about it, chances are other people have too.

I went out to my car this evening, and I saw Jesus.

And he was lit.

There he was, sprawled on my neighbor's lawn, staring up at the stars. He seemed to be oblivious to the fact that it was 40 degrees outside and he was half naked.

There were people standing around him, but they were lit as well. They were all smiling and looked to be egging him on to make a spectacle out of himself.

All I know is whatever was warming their innards was definitely not the power of God, and someone was paying a pretty penny for it.

I just looked out the window, and he's still out there, blazing away. I bet he'll still be there in the morning, but he'll be completely out and covered in leaves and bird poop.

I am thankful for Satanic fertility:




Mmmmmmmmm

This is how the current issue of Blender magazine arrived at my house.