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– APARTMENT STRESS – There was a broker’s fee I either wasn’t told about or neglected to notice… Jess and I have to lay down $3000 to be able to “move in.” Sigh…
– THERE IS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WITH KEYS. TO BE IN THEIR CLUB YOU HAVE TO HAVE A KEY AND YOU AREN’T ALLOWED TO USE IT TO OPEN ANY DOORS. BUT IN ORDER TO JOIN THEIR CLUB YOU HAVE TO, HYPOTHETICALLY, WANT TO USE YOUR KEY ON THE DOORS THEY WANT. EVEN THOUGH SOME OF THEM HAVE BROKEN THE RULES AND USED THEIR KEYS. EVEN THOUGH SOME OF THEM HAVE USED THEIR KEYS IN THE DOORS THEY’RE TELLING YOU NOT TO. – If it seems like I’m neglecting the Vatican document on homosexuality in the Church, it’s because there’s been so much doubletalk about this document that I don’t even want to mess with it until the ink is set with the stamp of the seal with the crossed keys. It’s going to be a difficult entry to write, so I’d just as soon write it just once. Still, you probably anticipate the direction my argument will take. Trust a bunch of celebate old men to chastise homosexuals for not knowing about sex.
– THREE DAYS, THREE SEASONS. None of them even Autumn. Monday was summer, yesterday, spring, today, winter. Let’s play a game of Long Island Roulette.
PICTURE OF THE WEEK
Oh, for the love of Benjamin Franklin, what an unusual beast.
QUESTION OF THE DAY
The angle appears to be that women, married men, and now homosexuals cannot be priests. Who should the Vatican ban next?
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