Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think of the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion is starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often its not particularly dignified, or newsworthy, but it's always there: fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the twin towers, as far as i know none of the phone calls from people on board were messages of hate or revenge, they were messages of love. If you look for it, I have the sneaky feeling that you'll find that love, actually is all around.
This music is the glue of the world... Without this, life would be meaningless.
I hang out with an apple that loves self loathing.
RACHAEL RAY By Chelsea
An ode to the most annoying woman on the Food Network.
Rachael Ray, Oh Rachael Ray, How I wish you'd go away! Your stupid laugh And crooked smile - They make me want to vomit bile. Every time I hear your voice, I'm afraid I have no choice, My stomach churns, my face turns green, I have to shoot the TV screen. On FoodTV you have two shows, But the reason, no one knows. "30 Minute Meals", "40 Dollars a Day", Oh how I loathe you, Rachael Ray. A slice of bread For twenty bucks? Your spending habit really sucks! And after eating every crumb, You giggle with a throaty "YUM!" And olive oil, You ought to know, Should not be called E-V-O-O! So, Rachael Ray, Yes, Rachael Ray, I do await your dying day, Or at least when FoodTV Finds pity with this humble plea. And one day, To you I swear, They'll simply take you off the air In eager hopes they'll finally slay The demon I call Rachael Ray.