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August 10, 2009

But where is my personal angel?

The veil between dimensions is apparently being lifted on purpose. I had no idea, but it sounds faith-erific. Also, more and more people are "having experiences with their angels," which sounds kinda eeeek-y.  Once would have hoped, that with all these angels flying around, sticking their angel noses in people's business, one of them might have whispered in these true believers' ears that they all needed to do something about their hair. Because, damn. From Everything is Terrible.

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I was touched by an angel -- in a very inappropriate place

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