December 25th, 2005


(no subject)

Dear god, I've been awake for an hour and it's already started. I have a headache from all of the allergens that were stirred up yesterday. I feel like my head's gonna explode. So I'm doing a quick catch-up on livejournal.

Mom sees this picture

and asks
"You're not doing that porn thing are you? Because they are doing it now where there are police and FBI posing as young boys and girls."

Yes, mom, I know. They've been doing that for quite a while now.

"Yes, but sometimes they have TV cameras and reporters, and they try and get you to come there and then they catch you."

Yes, mom, I know. They've been doing that for quite a while now.

"They caught a rabbi. He was married with three kids. What are they thinking? What if they went there and found out it was their own daughter? How would they feel then?"

I'm sure I don't know mom.

"Neither do I."

Well then, I think you're safe from kiddie porn.

"What does that mean?"

"I'm going through the bins in the living room and sorting them out by Barb's stuff and your stuff."

Mom, I told you last night those bins were for the garage sale.

"This way you can put her stuff away and not have to deal with it."

Mom, it's stuff that's already been sorted. That is stuff she doesn't want.

"Yeah, but this way you don't have to deal with it. Are these gloves yours or hers? The cats have peed on them. They smell like cat pee."

Throw them away.

"Are you sure? They look like good gloves."

You will never get the cat pee smell out. Just throw them away.

"Here, smell them."