Proof That There Is A God

I’m practicing inserting graphics into text, so you guys don’t have to read words and words and words on a page. That must get pretty boring. So here we go.

Proof that there is a God: He gives me such pretty scenery on my TV:

Exhibit A – James Marsters:

Spike on "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" and "Angel." He's obnoxious, arrogant, he's in love with Buffy who's a tiny tiny twit, he's a vampire, and both his shows are now canceled. Sigh. isn't he dreamy? (batting eyelashes)







Exhibit B – James Marsters’ Separated At Birth Twin Brother Julian McMahon:

Dr. Christian Troy on Nip/Tuck. He's obnoxious, arrogant, he's a walking petri dish from all the women he's slept with, and season 3 of his show was pretty dismal. Sigh. isn't he dreamy? (batting eyelashes)








Evil can be so alluring. Why can't angels look half as tempting? Look, here's David Boreanaz from Angel:



No comparison, nope nope. Good guy vampire. Bland looking Angel.







And you don’t need to tell me how superficial and shallow I am because God’s existence is in the birds and the trees and the sky and the pretty pretty sunsets, because I already know. Yippee for you, go pick a flower and praise God. I will look at these guys instead.

I don't wanna sleep with them. I don't even wanna talk to them. I just want them to walk around my house in work jeans with no shirt and clean my bathroom, 'cause the bathtub is old-school-no-porcelain-sheen, cleaning it is a pain, and Roommate Heckle's not good at cleaning anything.

Okay, maybe I wouldn't mind kissing them. Once or twice. Or a lot.

But I definitely don't need to talk to them.