Now THIS is what the pit preacher was talking about.
And may I add, speaking as both a “harlot” AND one of the “ungodly,” I am extremely proud of what I’ve helped bring about. HOWEVER, I could not have done it alone, no matter how much education or premarital sex I might have had.
Blasphemers, homosexuals, atheists, communists, fans of popular music including but not limited to rock, hip hop, and jazz, abortionists, the demonically possessed, scientists, smokers, Muslims, Jews, television-watchers, women, “miscegenators,” fashionistas, onanists, and yes, even you, DARK SORCERERS*: join with me now in celebrating our accomplishment…
…which (I guess?) is bringing about the End Times, via the very same global warming that’s not-so-secretly just a liberal media conspiracy, as well as providing an outdoor pool on UNC’s flagship campus for the purpose of full-immersion baptisms.
Anyway, since our Pride Ark** is still under construction, I had to take the bus(es) to work today. And, upon literally washing up like a castaway in the parking lot of my office, trudged off to the restroom to change clothes, like a preschooler who’s puked all over herself.
Things I have noticed so far:
1.) No one is here. Everyone is at ALA. That, or today is a federal holiday I knew nothing about. (Though if it were, I’d have certainly heard from my Irish Twin, one of a handful of federal employees who doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself when he gets a day off.***)
2.) Our tech department — as an entity — really, really needs to stop with the polo shirt + madras shorts + flip flops combo. I was *this* close to stopping one of them in the corridor and saying, “Hey bra, you going to Island this year?”
But it is a New Fiscal Year and I am trying very hard to be less b!+chy.
3.) It’s still raining.