It's Saturday night. The neighbours are having a party. And I'm not watching any Star Wars movies. Weird.
phantom menace tomorrow though
Also Diaryland keeps insisting that it's June. So it's almost summer holiday! And they can blame Andrew if I stay home. Yesssh.

I had to answer the door on two separate occasions today. There's nothing better than answering the door when you haven't washed your hair in too long and you're lounging around in your boxers. And you're social phobic. Don't forget that one.

First there was a nice family. A nicely dressed man. A woman in a nicely dressed dress. And a little adorable girl in another nicely dressed dress.

Very nice people. They looked too nice to be walking around our neighbourhood. So I was immediately suspicious. The guy ignores my unwashed hair and starts introducing his family. All the while I'm thinking "what the hell is going on". I thought maybe we had gotten new neighbours without me noticing it. It's not often that families ring our dorbell and start introducing themselves.

But after the introductions the guy starts going on about how trees live a 1000 years and yet people only live 70-80 and have I ever wondered why that is?
is it any wonder I can't sleep?
Not really.
all I have is all you gave to me
"We have a magazine about that" he says and pulls out a Watchtower pamphlet.
uh oh
Earthquake cults.

At this point I managed to politely make a note of the fact that I wasn't interested and I started closing the door so he had to accept that.

I really don't appreciate it though. Just the ringing people's doorbells. Peddling religion. But going around the neighbourhood and introducing your whole wholesome family before you reveal your true intentions. That's low. That little girl. What was she doing there? Doe she have some religious insights that would convince me? Or is she there for the aww-affect and so that I won't slam the door at first sight?

Eh. Religion. A dime a dozen.

The next guy sold toys. Literally. It was a little kid with a tray full of toys. "Do you want to buy toys?" he said. I politely refused. Although it tempted me more than the whole tree story.

I bet he had swiped his brother's toys and was trying to make a profit hehe.

Yeah. Much door to door selling going on today.

I mean you might as well ask me if I have ever wondered about why beetles live 1 month and human 45636 months. I don't get it. I'm almost interested now. Did they mean that trees are really holy and spiritual and believe in jehova and therefore they live longer? I just don't get what the lifetime of a tree has to do with the lifetime of a person. My tv lives longer than a beetle so I guess it's holier than thou, I mean, it.

And that's all folks. The end.

(Okay it seems our computer clock was set to june. Damn. No holiday. Stupid brother.)

np: zwan - jesus, i (020414)