Dear Diary:
I thought you had to be dead for this, eh, and I haven't received my official letter from the Vatican or anything but it appears I am well on the way to beatification.
Yep, you are now reading the words of Our Lady of the Queers. If my little home business fails and I have to go out pounding the pavement looking for work, just think how impressive THAT title's gonna look on my resum�!
I don't know who made this banner I saw this morning on some of the sites I read. When I saw it I laughed so hard that I came to realize that I'm probably alot closer to my Depends years than I want to admit. Sigh.
It comes from a joke I made in my guestbook a few days ago--(*note to self*--Marn, watch what you say in your guestbook) and I don't know who made it, but I have my suspicions, eh. I think it could be a fellow Canuck, a guy who shares my taste for men with bubble butts in well fitting pants.
Oooops, did I say that out loud? BOY is my face red.
Let me hasten to add here that my admiration of male derri�res is PURELY esthetic. Purely.
(Although just because I'm married and monogamous does NOT mean that I'm dead. Just so's you know, eh.)
Well, enough of this, it's time for the mail. Maybe I'll mosey down to the mailbox and see if that letter from the Vatican has arrived.
It's just a matter of time, right?
--Marn
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