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Love is like oxygen
You get too much, you get too high
Not enough and you're gonna die
Love gets you high

25 September, Part II

  • M: I'm going to start a religious dance company. All the dances are going to be people falling to the ground and flailing around in His glory.
  • J: Sounds like a plan. Nobody could even talk about how terrible your dances were because they wouldn't want to bad mouth God.
  • M: I KNOW. It's perfect. I'm going to make bazillions.
  • J: Hooray!
  • J: I've recently become obsessed with mom blogs. I don't understand why. I am not a mother.
  • M: Have you read dooce.com? I read that all the time. Maybe it's our time of the month.
  • J: I have not! I''ll bet it's just my biological clock kicking into high gear.
  • M: Perhaps. I smashed mine.
  • J: Hmm.