You want nothing to do with me.

25 February 1985
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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.

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.