Plug (No Brian, Not a Buttplug)

I'd like you all to put together a warm bloggers welcome to my good friend and frequent partner in hilarious crime, Urethra Doy . She finally put up a blog and this girl is about as neurotic as I am. But funnier. And won't bore you with musings about the universe and mathematics.

But don't be fooled. Her real name is not Urethra Doy. Nor Sareet. It is Lemonjello (pronounced LiMONgelo). And we have the same father. But different mothers. Her mom's the slut. I hate dad.

So check her blog and check it often!

Also...

Jamie wrote a wonderful poem that really touched upon something that I have never been able to really find poetic words for--those people you meet in life with whom you just feel an INSTANT strong connection, who are just so comfortably familiar, that you feel like you've known them all your life even though you just met them. And whenever you're near them, the entire universe seems to open up for you, infinite expanses of darkness filled with such depth and so rich with Truth, that it expands you beyond limits because this connection feels like undisputable proof that everything that exists really is built upon love, as an energy and vibration, that through birth and death, you never really left, and overall, there's nothing in the long run or the big picture that isn't okay.

The Old Souls Club . Great title. Love the eloquence and content of it, not just because I get a mention.