Dumbledore - a Pillow Biter?!

JK Rowling has revealed that Dumbledore is gay. People say this gives new meaning to a few passages in the final book regarding Dumbledore and his old friend, Grindelwald. I myself was more intrigued by his relationship with the young Harry. In the 6th installment, Dumbledore and Harry spend a lot of time together. Do you think the he was trying to dumble Harry's dore?

It's a good thing JK waited until the final book was released - personally I think she should have waited until the 7th movie came out. The book series has already created major controversy in the religious community as the primary theme is that of wizardry and witchcraft. Can you imagine what the bible beaters must be saying now that Hogwarts' famous Headmaster is a butt pirate?

Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia

Due to the ever changing real estate market some of us in certain areas of the settlement services industry are stuck with little to nothing to do. How slow is it? We are sitting around watching grass grow. Literally.

Friday afternoon my office was treated to a way off Broadway production of Danielle performing Veruca Salt's I Want It Now as seen in the original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Elaine entertained us with her rendition of Baby Got Back. We shook what our mama's gave us. It was really quite sad.

Kibble and Bits

As I was perusing Walmart this morning I stumbled upon this tasty looking treat. I now understand the purpose of the camera phone.

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Junkie

The first step to fighting an addiction is admitting the problem, right? Well it’s taken all of me to muster up the courage to say this but I’m ready. I have a problem. I am an addict.

Every waking minute I spend thinking, dreaming, fantasizing, wanting it to encumber me like a warm blanket. The days are so long I feel that I will never get home soon enough to quench my burning thirst for it. It has surrounded all my being. It has also overtaken my dreams as it speaks to me in all those lovely voices. I run with them in my subconscious where it feels like pure, eternal bliss. Sunshine after the rain…

I have no one to talk to about this. No one in which to bear the inners of my soul. I frantically search for someone who will understand, or at least be able to imagine (without prejudice) the overwhelmingly calm sensation it has on me. The tranquility of sea.

I fiend. I simply cannot get enough. The true horror though is that I know the supply has nearly depleted. Only two to go really. I don’t know what I will do when it is all gone.

I fucking love Harry Potter and his magical little world.

Memories

At risk of getting my ass kicked, I publish this:

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~Per Olan Mills, circa 1995~

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Thank goodness we cleaned up well.

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Kibble and Bits

I'm still on this greyhound racing thing. I did the unthinkable today. I opened an account to bet online. Racing starts tonight at 7:30p EST.

Typing of greyhounds - There are all these great rescue programs out there were you can adopt the used(?) racers. Dogs like to fuck with you. All dog owners know what I'm talking about - your cute little pumpkin gets out of the front door and starts hauling ass down the street while you try your damnedest to chase him/her down. Understand that there is no way in hell I will get another dog (right now) but I was still visualizing owning one of those retired, unwanted, so-scrawny-it's-scary dogs in my head. What the fuck would I (or anyone for that matter) do if it got out and ran?

Mama's Is's are all getting along well (I call them my Is's - IsIS, OsirIS and AnubIS - when I leave the house I say "Kisses for Mama's Is's." I love my chitlins.). Siris and Nubis rough house together. Nubis and Isis play tug or way with the rope. It really is precious.

I have now been officially ordained by the Universal Life Church. My grandma was none too happy of this decision. She asked me what my duties were as minister. Huh? "Your responsibilities to the church," she says. I tried to pull something out of my ass as not to flat out tell her I did it because I was green with envy because one of my peers possessed something I did not. She asked if it was all just a big joke. I told her I could marry people, left out the part about baptising, then changed the subject. On a lighter note, I think I should be sainted - I've adopted as many children as Angelina Jolie.

Times are tough. I've been looking to supplement my income. I figured between dog racing and my new holy position I would be able to produce a little change. I got up yesterday morning and as I was watching my morning show, the Daily Buzz, where they summarized this article: www.phillyburbs.com/pb-dyn/news/103-09122007-1406212.html. Where does this leave me?