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Hey readers!!!

Happy 3 year anniversary for same sex marriage in Mass. While I was waiting for an hour in the dentist chair for the dentist that never showed up today, I watched a show called Wired. The host had a couple who wrote a book called Courting Equality. I would love to read it. Basically it chronicles the history of homosexual rights to include same sex marriage in the state of Massachusetts. It sounds pretty interesting regardless of which side of the fence you are on, I believe this book to be quite enlightening.

Although I must ask, why is a word so important? When it comes down to it, words are absolutely meaningless until they become a symbol, icon, and/or idea. Then and only then is when a word becomes everything. It becomes a cause. It becomes a reason. It earns the right to be defended. Today's word is Marriage. There are many different definitions of marriage. I chose the most basic for tonight's entry: social joining of two people; a union. Many people will throw in that marriage is the union between a man and a woman per the holy bible. Others will say it is a civil union between two adults. The key word is Union. So why does it matter if the people uniting are of the same sex? 40 years ago, interracial couple were an abomination. So people like me were sneered at a called mongrels and heathens. So, we trade one type of bigotry for another? Because that's what we want to display to others. How we can pick on whatever group in our society is not favored by the majority. Bible thumpers will say it is immoral. Closed-minded individuals will say it isn't right because there can be no natural reproduction of offspring. Why does it matter what someone else is doing with there lives? When did humans get on the extinction list? Are we so endanger of going the way of the do-do? Come on. Stop being nosy is what it comes down to. Who gets an abortion, who gets married, who has children, how someone lives is none of our business. Let people live their lives how ever they choose. Judgement will come to everyone. It is inescapable. Deal. Maybe we can refocus our attention on world peace, teaching kids how to read, ending world hunger, curing cancer, and fixing the nation's deficit. Those are worthy causes to protest and vote on.

I really hate to say it, but that is what I hated most about coming back to America from Europe. Americans never have their heads in the game. Sorry. We are so concerned about forcing others to be morally correct, we forget that we are just as morally bankrupt. You cannot force a horse to drink water. You cannot make everyone march to the beat of your drum. That's called dictatorship. Not democracy. Get of your fucking pedestal America. We have a lot of inner reflecting to do. And just to clear the air, it was a farce that settlers came here for religious freedom. Well, they did, but only after freedom to prosper financially and build a society with out a monarch so that the people could govern themselves. Then the whole religious freedom thing. And the other reason the country was founded only on Christian beliefs was because at that time it was punishable by death to be anything but Christian. Not saying that Christians and Christianity is bad, but there is no need to be high and mighty when you cannot accept others. The basic rule of the religion is teach and convert by living a clean and honorable life. Not beat (verbally or physically) into submission.

So people let's keep it in mind. One day in the near future, you too could fall into the minority, and have an entire country at war over your existence.

Let's make the word for tomorrow: Coexist. That's what life is all about. Without others, the world is a boring and lonely place.

Good night!

Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions. Albert Einstein

Yokai

I f-ing swear!!!!

Today was absolutely great until I missed Heroes. Hubby and I went tonight to clean one of his companies bank properties. The house closes tomorrow, and the new owners will do a final walk through before they sign the paperwork. It's amazing that on my time off, I get "whored" out to work his family's company so far under the table that I never get paid. The first time was last week. The only day off I had, and I spent it clean the first half of this 3 story house. Tonight he came along to help, and we finished it. Of course, we finished it 50 minutes after Heroes had started. Then we still had to drive home. Well, in between I swore alot in my head because saying it out loud would have started a humongous fight with Hubby, then well, then it would be like "War of the Roses," around here. Sometimes it pays to be a light sleeper. Of course, as much as I love him, he just doesn't know when to stop. Like right now. He finished taking his shower to fined that the shower is backing up. So he plungers it, and he cleans the trap. So as I'm trying to chillax and pick up a book, he screams, " Nappy-headed whoes need to clean the trap!" Fighting the urge to walk in to the bathroom and knock the fucking taste out of his mouth and shit out of his ass, I refrained and sipped on Dr. Pepper. I should have gotten some Chamomile tea, but that would have taken too long. By then, he could have been bleeding uncontrollably on my clean bathroom rugs.

Next, I turned my computer on, and checked MySpace for any new activity. There always is. By now, he has gotten out of the shower, and gone downstairs to clean the main trap. He screams out every time he finds a piece of jewelry of mine. Mostly stud earrings. My cartilage piercing tends to make victims out of stud earrings. Then he yells, " Why can't you stop clogging the plumbing? Naps, jewelry, and grim. What do you do when you get home from work? Do you try to be a slob?" With that, I forgot where I was and that assault was a felony. I marched downstairs, and chucked a clothes hamper at him. Followed by a dirty pooper scooper and a broom. I nailed him twice. The broom just wasn't aerodynamic enough to make the journey.

Yes. Fury, wit, and comedy rolled all into a tightly packed girl named Yokai.

So now, I thought I wind my day down by sharing that moment. Oh here's a question: If a door says, "Emergency Exit Only," why do people exit out of it when it's not an emergency? I swear that happens at work everyday. I know that in the morning people come in because the cafe opens an hour before the store, and that's the door they open for customers. It then closes at 9 when the store opens. So the lemmings that come in through that door at 8 seem to want to go back out after 9. That I guess is somewhat understanda... Wait. No it isn't. There is a big-ass sign that says not to go out of it. People are fucking retarded. The best part is even in the late afternoon and evening, people still go out the door and set the alarms off.

You know, I should go to bed. I plan to enjoy my day off. Before I begin my string of closings. Could be worse. I could still be waiting on more hours. Now, I have more than I know what to do. Yeah. My Ireland trip will be paid off in no time. And maybe we'll actually finish our bathroom, and do something with the whole Hubby dug in the front yard for the sewer pipes to be replaced. Yep. The hole he started digging two weeks ago.

Night!

All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.
--Aristotle


Yokai Kifujin

Happy Mother's Day

Did everyone wish their Mom a Happy Mother's Day?

Hubby forgot. No. He didn't forget. I went to work at 12:30 pm. He slept the entire day. He apparently woke up at 7 this evening, and moved to the coach were he dosed off again. Poor kitties didn't even get fed dinner. Boy is he going to get an earful tomorrow! I got my Mom something from Cherry Moon Farms. Of course, I've been getting her gifts from them for the last 6 or 7 years. Funny. She never seems to get tired of it. This time I did a two day gift special. Day one was a beautiful bouquet of Roses. Day two was 12 chocolate dipped strawberries with various toppings.

I worked this evening. It feels good to get paid time and a half. Unfortunately with the recent change in my schedule, I haven't had time to read or work out. When my schedule becomes more final, I'll resume my favorite activities. I've been mentally drained after work due to the training I'm doing for my new position. Isn't that always the way when you start something new. It's getting better. The first two or three days were rough! Today went pretty smooth. Not as smooth as a 2 dollar whore's vaginal walls, but I'm getting there.

I haven't kept up with the world around me. The only thing I can truly say that I have been bothered by is Paris Hilton's bitch-assed attempts to skip out on the piper. The girl has had 3 DUI's apparently letting her off the hook just hasn't worked for her. Maybe if she was treated like all of us nobody's , she would learn her fucking lesson. I just don't understand. She even had the nerve to start a petition to keep her from going to jail. Are you kidding me?!!! When the hell does that work for poor people? Is there really people out there that believe we should turn our heads on this spoiled bitch's lack of responsibility and concern for other safety. What? Does she have to run someone down or kill someone in a drunk driving accident before we think about spanking her hand, and telling her she's a bad girl (like she hadn't heard that one before). I can't believe she is allowed to carry on like this. WTF?

On the brighter side of life, Shrek the Third is coming out on Friday. I love the Shrek movies. If they aren't listed. They are going to be now. If you haven't seen them, take some time out of your busy schedule, and rent them. They are the total anti-Disney movie.

So I'm throwing my hand in. Nighty-nite!

In your veins, and in mine,
there is only one blood,
The same life that animates us all!
Since one unique mother begat us all,
Where did we learn to divide ourselves?

--Kabir

Lady Yokai

Dear God!!! How long has it been?

I know it's been forever hasn't it! Geez, I don't even know where to begin. How about much apologize for my break down while talking about Iraq. It kinda gets me when I'm not paying attention. It was just a sad time in my life. Especially when I think my being there did absolutely no good. It was a year of my life I'll never get back.

So since we spoke last, I became addicted to My Space, got a promotion to Head Cashier, gave up my weekends for more money, took Munky in to be spayed only to find out that she lacked male or female sex organs, and that it cost us an extra 20 bucks for the two extra hours it required to come to that conclusion. I guess it explains why she is depressed. She is genderless. I guess I'd be pretty crappy too if I had no idea what sex I was. She is doing better and healing now from her pointless surgery. We took her out of quarantine last night. She wasn't suppose to do anything strenuous for three days.

Become a Cash Sup is probably the most trying thing I've done in awhile. The challenge is good, but it is also a bitter pill to swallow. It seems I just can't get the hang of it in a timely manner. Oh well, at least I'll have fun in the process. When I'm not bouncing of my tree, I'm bashing my two Bunny Mushballs. The best part is when you squeeze them, they make this psychotic gnawing rodent noise. A great stress reliever. Since I despise rabbits, I feel no pain when I kick the crude out of them.

So that is my getting u up to speed entry.

There will be more. Oh much more!!!

Yokai