Perhaps heaven and hell are the same thing.

It occurs to me how much I study, and how I don't hate it. I think if I were forced to do this out of necessity I would hate it, loathe it, and all those who burdened me with it. I appreciate myself as a slave master, but no one else would be so well received. Imagine if someone else made me feel the physical pain I do from the gym!? I think self-inflicted we can take most anything and beg for more.

Now does this apply to the (unproven) afterlife? What if hell is a job, like this one? I love it here, while I've had co-workers who hate it. Same activity, same environment, same taskmasters. Ever had a shitty time in a club? Same music, same drugs, same people - for some bliss, for others hell on earth. Hell...is a nightclub. Perhaps heaven and hell are what you make of what you encounter.

Speaking of heaven and hell, the home of cheerleading has a lawmaker who feels it's just too damn sexy to allow:
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=514&e=8&u=/ap/20050318/ap_on_re_us/suggestive_cheerleading
Texas is just chock full of stories about lunacy. Ask my mom.

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I just hung up from a woman who wanted to appeal the denial of her hardship transfer application. Her reason for the request: her 15 year old daughter is going to need (insert surgery here) for (insert serious medical problem here). It also turns out the 15 year old kid is about to have a baby...and after talking to her, I'm not sure if it is her first or not. My emotional reaction is to be disgusted with the mother, and that the child might as well be dead. A kid at 15? Not the first? I mean medical problems might just be an attempt by the gene pool to reclaim her to the drain at this point. I'm sure the mother is in great pain, and it's unclear how complacent she was in her daughter's mistakes in life...but...

and congress is trying to pass an act to keep that 13 year vegetable alive in Florida. Oi.