blood red drapes, blue carpet.

I went to the Palm Sunday mass [on a Saturday, I know, but we got first dibs on palm pieces], they brought in a huge wooden cross. I whispered to my mother [in bad taste, of course] "I'd like one for my birthday please." She responded, in equally bad taste, "Yeah, so I can crucify you and purge the house of its uncleanliness."

I also sat next to a prepubescent guy who sang badly and made it worse by, well, making it worse and singing different octaves and laughing the whole way through. And some evil guy [with cute hair] laughed when I dipped my finger in sand instead of holy water by accident. Such is life.

Courtney Taylor Taylor's hair really does not suit him. A mohawk on an anorexic guy is a big no-no. But he can still do that grin. Oh yes he can...