MR TWIN SISTER - OUT OF THE DARK

Um. Whoa. How great and creepzilla sexy is this one?! Dance on folks, it's Tuesday for crying out loud.

THE SHIT I'M DOING THIS YEAR? INSANITY.

I'm cold as fuck right now, how about you?

MY NEXT MUSICAL ADVENTURE..

After Beyonce, Atmosphere, Jay-Z, Wu-Tang, and John Legend of course.

My life is music. Music is life.

PFT.

Whatever man, I party a lot, get used to it.

Work hard, play hard.

ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK I JUST CAN'T AND HAVE BEEN WATCHING THE LAST SEASON ON REPEAT.

Oh, also I'm working like a mad woman, organizing parties and websites and making money and spending it and eating pizza and guzzling beers and getting fat and so busy and crying and laughing and loving and letting my room become a disaster but what else is new right.

THERE'S A THIEF OUT..

Shining like diamonds in a rocky world.

EMILY LETTS

Watch this video of Emily Letts being absolutely amazing.

I DON'T BELIEVE IN GOD.

One day when I was still very young, I asked my father about his parents. I knew my maternal grandparents intimately, but I wanted to know why I had never met his parents.

“Because they died,” he said wistfully.

“Will you ever see them again?” I asked.

He considered his answer carefully. Finally, he said that there was nothing he would like more in the world than to see his mother and father again, but that he had no reason — and no evidence — to support the idea of an afterlife, so he couldn’t give in to the temptation.

“Why?”

Then he told me, very tenderly, that it can be dangerous to believe things just because you want them to be true. You can get tricked if you don’t question yourself and others, especially people in a position of authority. He told me that anything that’s truly real can stand up to scrutiny.

(nymag.com - "My Dad and the Cosmos")

I didn't always "not" believe in God. I grew up in a Roman Catholic home. My mom taught me to pray every night and I received bibles for Christmas and birthdays. I believed them. I believed in what my parents said, because my parents were right. Nothing, regardless of how mystical or fairy tale ever seemed like it could be fiction. It wasn't until high school, yes high school (took me a while), that I really started questioning things. When I actually read the bible.. and books on Egypt.. and books on the Incas.. and so on. That's when absolutely nothing made sense. AND I HID IT. I felt almost ashamed to not believe in God.
I remember the day I realized Santa wasn't real. I just knew. I knew that the idea of Santa was impossible, well at least on the evidence I held. I was about 10 years old. Realizing Santa wasn't real, made the toothfairy not real.. which made the Easter bunny not real.. and then years later, made God not real.

Now. I believe in stars. I believe in Science. I didn't "choose" not to believe in God, I mean there are some days where I wish I still did, but if God were to exist, I'd expect Santa to be right behind him.

So, if ever you'd like to have a conversation about religion, atheism, or science, and NOT yell at each other. I'm open for discussion!