"I read the book of Job last night. I don't think God comes out well in it." ~ Virginia Woolf

"I read the book of Job last night. I don't think God comes out well in it." ~ Virginia Woolf

I sorta' see the book of Job as saying, "You wonder why God lets bad things happen to good people? You might be better off not knowing."

I love the LunaPanties with the pad in...they don't move when I do. And, wrod, on Job, although during some of my melodramatic depressed periods, I thought we were soul brothers. Then, verily, I got over myself. And it was good.

So glad I don't need tampons, etc., any more. And just think - that's one thing God didn't inflict on Job.

One section of it went through a Hasidic neighborhood, and some people there were just furious at all these people in exercise clothes coming through.

That was the official reason - in practice there were more people pissed that they could no longer triple-park their minivans on that block.

(I hate to make broad sweeping generalizations, but NOBODY IN BROOKLYN KNOWS HOW TO FUCKING DRIVE. So many of my borough's problems would be solved if people would just learn how to parallel park.)

(((Sean))) Let me join you in the hating everyone category.

I could bring my nailgun and fill in at the Ministry, Sean. It's better to do a hit when you're not too passionate about it.

Thank you all for your comments and support tonight. While I won't avoid the street (because I can't see how I'll be able to avoid that street - again, one of the main streets of Jerusalem), I'm trying to think of way to make it right. I'm thinking of finding a way to address the heads of the Yeshivas on that street, to see if we can get the message through them - they're the authority for these lads, and a head of a Yeshiva would never tell his students to do what these guys did to me. That's the only thing I thought of that might work.

And just so we'll be clear: I don't hate those guys. I really don't. I don't understand them and they're annoying as hell, but I don't hate them. Don't know why, I just don't. So-called leaders of my country who send my friends to die in vain, however, is another story.

And Sean? we love you. {{{}}}

Night, Bitches.

Shir, whoever you go to you might point out that at some point this is either going to escalate or, even at this level, someone's going to be seriously hurt. Not to minimize your injuries, because I know you're hurting, but it's possible that someone else could be hurt to the point they couldn't walk away.

wish I could video tape it. Cause it's not always just, "Hey Baby." it's a whole string of "Heybabyyoursobeautiful.HeyheyIknowyouhearme.Whatyouwonttalktome? FUCK YOU BITCH!"

Or my favorite to date, "HeybabyIwannaeatyourpanties"

Yeah, that's flattering and respectful.

(I'm pretty sure the guy was drunk, FWIW). And he was too far away for me to beat up.

{{{Sean}}}