Open Letter to O. Wilson

Dearest Owen Wilson,

I want to give you trillions of hugs and kisses.
Sometimes you make me really sad, even in funny movies.
I don't know why that is. Please stop it.
You are much cuter than Luke, and your nose makes me melt.
I'm not even grossed out by the rumor that you kiss hookers on the mouth.

yours truly,

Tiffany

Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition

First things First: I am now a Licensed Driver.

My little brother's friends take my life hostage sometimes.


"A child of the nineteenth century would quickly go mad with fear, I think, in the world of today. It must have been pretty wonderful to have lived in the years, say, between 1870 and 1914, when peace was the normal condition and people really were appalled at the idea of war, and believed there'd never be a big one. A big one was impossible, they used to say. It would cost too much. It would disrupt world trade and bankrupt everybody. Even after the first World War people didn't accept war as normal. They had to call it the War to End War or we wouldn't have fought it. Helen, what has become of us?" - - Alas, Babylon

As a sidenote...I really can't wait to see this movie: