Broken glass sends shivers down my bottle

I'm so ashamed that I've lived with this secret for so long. I will come out of the closet, and admit to you, that I, hapgood, am in fact a closet heterosexual.

Taco, yeah, yum yum. I love boobies. No pole riding for me, I've got carpet that needs a spit polish. I'm trading in my gigabytes of man on man action for a pamela anderson pin up and a pocket pussy.

The religious right will be SO proud.

I'm going to stop before I start dry heaving.

Drug Court, that is. Since I want to experience as much of the substance abuse realm as I can, Katie, one of my supervisors at Addiction Solutions, thought it would be good for me to go. It was kind of boring, but I can imagine it will get better as I get to know the participants more.

No one got in trouble this time, so we'll see if that changes things.

Something I noticed, as I sat through the two-hour session, is that I find substance abusers very attractive, way above average. I don't know if this is true, or if this is me responding with respect to my Family of Origin.

So, I turn to you.

What do creation and evaluation have in common with sex and cooking? To do either one well, you generally have to stop doing the other.

found on the http://www.tarottools.com/ website.

Could tonight's Degrassi be any more depressing? That was actually worse that Paige's daterape, Emma's child porn encounter, and Marco's bashing. I guess they want to live up to their "intense" hype.