Oh, goody. At least Dayton's 3 hours from here. Sometimes I forget that Ohio has communities that serve as breeding grounds for dumb-ass rednecks, but then I travel an hour outside Cleveland, in any direction. I went to Wal-Mart tonight to do my bi-monthly "big-ass vat o' cat litter" purchase. I feel so damn guilty about shopping at Wal-Mart. I try to ignore the awful right-wing Christian shit everywhere, like the rack of checkout-line impulse items which included a book called "Email From God: A Book for Teens." Apparently, the idea of a traditional Almighty is much too archaic in the eyes of our nation's adolescents, so we have to let them imagine that God's sitting around in his underpants with his laptop, IM-ing Job or something. Next thing we know, he'll be hosting something on the E! Network. Fashion Emergency with Jehovah. "Oh, no! Girlfriend, what's going on with that blouse? Jean-Luc, help this woman before I cast a plague!" On the upshot, Wal-Mart has great socks. And cheap tights. I think I ought to go to bed.
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