Zombies!!!!

Zombies were invading us. But instead of suns falling from the sky, I would rain down on the zombies and after a while they'd desintigrate. But if you missed or didn't do it properly, they'd grab you and eat your brains. Ugh. Not good. It wasn't a nightmare per se, but it was a bit scary.

I was in Janet Jackson's little world. We were very happy. It was a bit metropolistic yet the lifestyle was that of a small, happy village where we all knew each other. We wore alot of beige though. Very boring and bland. But that was OK, we were happy. But then the walls started to crumble around us and the buildings were toppling over. I looked up and saw that Janet Jackson was crying. Our world was now dying.

I missed the bus. I hate that. So I catch the next one and missed my stop. I hate that even more because the next bus stop is so far from the one I was supposed to get off at. It’s snowing so this isn’t going to be pleasant.

So I end up very far from where I had intended to go. I find myself suddenly in the summertime and I see a merchant has set up not far from the bus stop. She is selling the most beautiful red handbags I have ever seen, with gorgeous shoes that match! I must have! She also sells hand-made dolls that light up. I want one for my bed. (What am I, seven years old?) As I hesitate the saleswoman shows me to this room (suddenly we’re not outdoors anymore but in my apartment) and she shows me some interesting pre-Columbian artefacts and Obama is there shopping too, without the prop body guards. We chat about the artefacts and he buys me one. We’re now pals but I feel like Monica Lewinski and I wake up.

I know what you're gonna ask because I asked myself the same thing: ME buying handbags with matching shoes???????????

Love

When you have it, you must cherish it. Treasure it, save it and put some away for a rainy day. Mama always said saving was the most important thing to do. She just forgot to tell me that sometimes the rainy days would come more often and last much longer than expected.

's ok, I found you. Now we hold each other tight and think of all the time we have lost together.

What do people actually celebrate this day? As people sit around their scrumptious dinner table and stuff their faces with turkey, potatoes and cranbery sauce, are they actually thinking of Jesus?

When they gather round the christmas tree and open presents that they insist Santa Claus brought, are they thinking about the birth of Christ?

Most don't even think about sharing their blessings with those that are in true need, some will only think about getting drunk, others will get angry at the gifts they received because it wasn't what they wanted.

It's pathetic. I laugh at those who tell me this is the day they celebrate the birth of Christ. 'Tis only the season to help retailers make astronimical profits. If you participated, congrats, at least it might help this dismal economy, but don't come tell me you bought your children toys because you were thinking of Christ. Don't tell me that buying your wife a diamond or your husband a tie is bringing you closer to your maker. At least be honest about it and say it's all to do with materalism and consumerism and buying your beloved ones approval and acceptance.

Christ never taught about Christmas. Christmas was never about God and you. It's only ever been about you.

Want it too really count? Take the money you would have spent on gifts and give it to the poor. That's what Christ taught.