p.s. anyone who gives a crap about paris hilton, raise your hand nice and high so i can shoot you. that is all.

yesterday, i had to drive to lake ontario to pick up my daughters from the gates of white trash hell. when i arrived they were reveling with the other little girls in what can only be described as an all- female production of lord of the flies. it was a modern day version of a timeless classic set against a backdrop of plaster board walls and big screen tvs. if there was an adult present at all, i might have asked what it is about white trash that gives them such an interesting set of priorities. most humans possess three basic needs for food, shelter, and clothing. the wt seem to be able to bypass at least two of these needs in favor of amenities such as oversized electronics or giant aquariums. witness the $5000 audio system rattling the windows of a '96 cavalier or the shack with no more furniture than the aforementioned 100in television. yes, i am skirting the fact that my kids were in a pathetic shithole with no adult supervision at the edge of the fucking planet with nothing more to eat than chips. apparently this is what constitutes a slumber party in the land of one toothed hillbillies of which my ex-wife is a willing resident. if i don't treat this with humor i will cry or worse... i will join them at there own level. i'll git my shotgun and give them all what-fer. i'm beginning to understand how piggy felt just before he hit the rocks...