A word about the match.com ad girls

Anytime we log off the MySpace*, oh these dames with their braless typing on their sensual keyboards. They look nothing like the ones posing in Naughty Bookworms** glasses and kissy-fish faces with screen names like Curvy_n_Curly on the actual Match.com.

Just sayin'.

*MySpace was a "social networking" site on the interwebs popular way back in Two Thousand Ought-Four. Once a haven for online creative expression of one's self, it quickly became inundated with pedophiles and, later, reporters doing research on kids who overdosed who always have awesome, character-defining quotes like, "PATRYYYYY (sic) IT UP BICTHESSSSSSS (sic)" on their pages, and now everyone uses it to "check their music pages" even though all the real bands found on the MySpace have actual "Web sites" you can "check."

**You look it up. Just not at work. And good luck overcoming that addiction.

And now back to things we say outloud

"(We'd) tap that even though she's preggers." - Last night, walking through the parking lot.

FORE(TEEN YEARS)!

"I think playing golf during golf during a time of war sends the wrong signal."

Um. So does stuffing a sock in your pants and declaring "MISSION ACCOMPLISHED" like 14 years ago, no? Christ with this guy.

Meanwhile, Hillary's the choice for West Virginians! Why is West Virginia a state? And what's with the peach blazer? Ew. Totally out of style, this chick.

"The White House is won in the swing states," she says.

That sound? Yes. Vomit. In our mouth.

But kids! There's hope!

Note this tidbit from the AP story: "Obama picked up about 30 superdelegates in the last week, altogether a bigger prize than West Virginia offered either candidate in the lopsided primary."

See? Superdelegates! Hillary! Gets-a-steppin'!

See, here's the thing...

Quickie:
The universe can give you whatever you need, but you will have to ask for it first!

Oh with the exclamation points.

So in our time away from the interwebs (and seriously, we had no intention of coming back until, well, we saw the Hillary picture and got, um, inspired), we spent a lot of hours pondering God and the worldly ways of the universe.

We've become firm believers that if one participates in said universe, this ubiquitous universe will use its powers for good. So we've somewhat dropped our whole pessimistic "The other shoe will drop nothing good ever lasts" outlook on life for one that says, simply, "Give to the universe and the universe will give back."

So our horoscope made us happy. We wonder, though, how the universe feels about giving or- wait, nevermind. We just want world peace and a certain candidate to drop out of a certain race yesterday.

Just sayin'.

What. Michael Jordan retired like seven times.

As for this, y'all know Hillary was all kaflooey in the car with the tears and the thinking about "when" she quietly traversed the beaches of Normandy diplomatically or how she valiantly discussed race relations with the Rebs in Gettysburg and how to tell the American public both stories without *lying* and the minute-by-minute convincing of herself that she isn't killing the Democratic party by childishly staying in a race that she can't win.

Whew. That felt good.