The life of a porn addicted housewife.
Monday, March 21, 2005
I need to bring up Terri Schaivo again. Congress passed a bill early this morning that made it necessary to drag the whole case back to court again. Of course GW, being so darned religious, signed the bill immediately. This bill sent the case to court in Tampa where a judge is looking into whether or not Terri’s feeding tube will be replaced.
My question is this: Do any of the people, on either side, realize that having her feeding tube removed and replaced so many times in the past 7 years constitutes a form of abuse in itself?
I went to the flea market with my parents yesterday. For people like me who are huge people watchers flea markets are a treat. Take the big fat woman who was decked out in full 70’s disco regalia for example. She wasn’t messy or trashy looking. The clothes weren’t worn looking; in fact they looked brand new. But trust me, these clothes were not new. She was actually a joy to look at, one of those people that just make you smile.
Then there are the guys who are all pimped out looking like their trolling. They make me laugh my ass off.
It amazes me at some of the crap people buy. Outdated medicine and food? Are you crazy? There are expiration dates on this stuff for a reason people! Dirty worn out shoes? Can you say ewwwwwwwww? That is such a disgusting thought. And don’t say that you can’t afford any other shoes. They are selling these shoes for $5-10 a pair. You can buy shoes at the drug store for $2.99. Rusty pots and pans? What could you even use them for? You couldn’t cook in them. Broken figurines? OK, maybe if they are slightly chipped in the back or something, but I see people buying things like figures with missing arms. What are they going to do with them?
What did I buy you are wondering. I bought 100 incense sticks (dragon’s blood and patchouli) and two old Trixie Belden books. My dad bought all kinds of crap and my mom bought fruit. All in all it was a good trip.