Spare Some Change?

Okay, since Joanne is going to hell for her Pink Ribbons post, she'll need some company and I'm happy to wait in line with her.

I actually started writing this post a few days ago and then my supreme worry about that fucker Murphy and his goddamn stupid laws got the better of me. I'll probably end up dying a slow and miserable death for this one, but oh well.

To everybody who has asked or is thinking of asking me to donate money for their walk/run/swim/bike/climb for (insert charity name here), please stop it. I appreciate that you're helping out, but don't be offended when I don't want to donate to your cause. I'm happy that you're trying to raise awareness by sweating your ass off but if I donated money to everyone who asked me, I'd be working solely for several non-profits and George W's defense program.

Last week, a "friend" who hasn't bothered to email me in over six months decided that I was worthy enough to be on her distro list for some exercise-related fundraise that her husband was doing. She didn't even tell me that she had gotten married! Unsubscribe me, pretty please.

I wonder what colour flip flops I should pack for my trip to Satanville.