According to sister Mary Bernice

I went to the mall yesterday. I realize the mall to some people is a sacred, holy place for buying sacred, holy things such as shoes and prom dresses and guns, or whatever you wacky people are buying. I am not one of these people. Driving home from the mall I started to think about how I wish I could medicate people at my own discretion. I mean how wonderful would it be to run around with a bunch of anti-psychotic drugs to inject or pass out as I feel necessary?

Then I thought about all the people I would medicate. Many, many people. Then I thought I could probably save on medication and just medicate myself so that I could better tolerate breathing the same air as all these people. Just a thought.

Anywho, guess, guess, guess where I am going in two days!!
I'll give you a hint. It's not Guam, and it doesn't involve a giant flying dog, some quicksand, or a horse. It does involve a big tree, lots of naps, and mittens. Isn't life grand?

Now all that’s left on my to-do-list is have dirty monkey sex with Steve Jobs in order to obtain a smooth, sleek new iPod of my very own. Oh wait! Cross that one off! I am now one of the cool kids, I have entered the world known (to me anyway) as Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones And Names May Make Me Cry For My Mommy, But I Have An iPod And You Don't So Stick It Where The Sun Doesn't Shine, and there is no turning back.