sinking to new lowes
i’m thinking of squeezing my cocoliciousness into a unitard and doing me some yoga. and i now know that reiki isn’t the capital of iceland. and last week i found myself strangely drawn to the hyperbaric oxygen clinic down the street.
clearly my angelino-in-training program is right on schedule. if only i could only find the time to visit my local kabbalah temple…
and talking of temples, last night coco and chaddy cathy visited another lalaland holy place:
(yes, someone is conveniently ignoring the impending gonna-send-me-into-a-deep-depression swimsuit season.)
forget about organized religion, y’all. i am now a loyal disciple of apple-panism. i think i’m gonna worship at their u-shape alter…i mean counter…daily. father, son, and holy ghost? that’s so 145 AD. i now believe in the holy trinity of the hickory burger with cheese, apple pie a la mode, and fries on the side. and while i didn’t see god at the apple pan last night, i DID see his finest creation there.
rob lowe.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mN_-gKHA3jU
holy brat pack, ya’ll! rob freakin’ lowe! and it wasn’t your garden-variety star-sighting, either. saint rob walked by coco and actually flashed her one of his celestial smiles. sadly, robbie was already in the bathroom before coco realized that it was the love of her pre-teen life.
as i sit here filled with burgers and pie and rob lowe love, i can’t help but wonder if he’ll be back to worship next week. if he does, i just may show him a bit of my “west wing” and ask him to light my “st. elmo’s fire” if ya know what i mean. i’ll let you know how it goes.
god bless, y’all!
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