I recently read the article about the sperm bank that wouldn’t take ginger sperm, cause no one wants ginger babies. I can’t say it didn’t sting a little.

This is simultaneously one of the stupidest and fishiest things I have read in recent times.

We’ve taken a few ridiculous afflictions from America on the chin. Shameless how people (usually white trash) exploit their children for a few minutes of fame. But we do draw the line at Beauty Pageants for toddlers.

Something shocking happened.

Since everyone sulks into their wine glasses because “there’s no cuuuulture in this town” the turn out to a local fundraising benefit (for some endangered monkeys) was pretty good.

About a week ago, a 29 year old woman from my community was sent home in a body bag after being shot in the head by men who broke into the hostel where she was sleeping. They wanted her laptop, which so the sad story goes, she was holding when they shot her.

I did not find out about the murder of Osama Bin Laden with the rest of the world because I was at a reggae concert in the Caribbean. Trying to fit into the culture, but you know, I can never quite melt into the crowd when I look like a peanut in a box of raisins.

First, let’s take a moment to laugh at the picture of the bikini bottoms I had to wear the other day. Note the comparison to a regular pair of underwear, that actually cover my ass. High point. Real high point.

They say life is about the moments that sneak up on you. There’s no such thing in anyone’s life as an unimportant day.

While my friends were updating their Facebook statuses to comment on their exploits as Santa Claus for their baby children, I was sprawled like a starfish, alone on my bed, marvelling at how I’d managed to become so drunk after just drinking two beers. Was I dehydrated?