Do you KNOW what you get when you type in random stuff??? You get Prophecy.org which is flipping the HELL OUTTA ME!!!! And I quote (a small part of Prophecy 9, Dec. 4th, 1990):
Why? Because the...
(non-understandable tongues)
Why?, Why?
I am, I am, I am.
I can't. I can't.
I am, I am, I am, I am.
(non-understandable tongues)
I am the One who knows.
The thing that is,
the eyes, the eyes, the eyes, the eyes.
Yes, I am the thing, My Thing.
The thing is eating one, is eating Me.
The thing is eating Me,
because I am, because I am,
because I cooked it, I cooked it.
I cooked the mouth, the mouth,
and My Son, My Son.
Oh yes, My Angels, My Angels
SEE? FLIPPING ME OUT!!! Kinda makes me want to check on how Mary is doing tho... similar psychosity...
Anyway, after that interesting little interlude... tired, with shattered nerves, because once again Mum drove me to school. Mum's driving scares me. I was clinging to my coffee mug for dear life, whitened knuckles dripping with Cafe Lib. Mum's driving makes me believe in the sanctity of walking.
Daddy got a laugh out of the birthday present I finally wrapped and gave him (a U of T licence plate holder- well, they didn't have any ties!) Other than that, nothing exciting's happened. But then, it's only 9:30AM.
Readin'
Listenin' to
Thinkin' about
Most recently I was 
