I’m done with isms

The list goes on. And I intend to be a free spirit. People think that by looking at you they can tell your club. Well sadly there’s only two things running around their heads…

You either belong to the beauty club or the ugly club. Pathetic. People love anything said by the former — the latter they regard as big liars.

I’m sorry for you if your job is to push free samples on shoppers at the supermarket. I don’t want to feel obliged to gulp down a few drops of toxic sweetener with orange food dye out of a tiny paper cup. 

You get Asthma all the way to the checkout. And that’s the end of this litany of complaints. 

Eden was a place where creatures roamed free. Ideas had not yet been created. That was the good part. There was nothing to moan about.