Ramblings on an airplane

Whatever it is that makes me love a chai tea-- that inexplicable taste and combination of honey, cardamom, black pepper, and liquor and black tea and saffron and lavender and lust and boiled together and simmered down with soy milk.

What's all this talk about soy milk being bad for you due to the "estrogen"? Lies. That's what. It's the American Dairy Association filling your little heads with lies. ... here's how I figure. I have been drinking a glut of soy milk for years. Estrogen makes breast large. I have small breasts. Maybe I am the exception to the rule... but how about this.... weren't there studies out that showed that american women have larger breasts because of the hormones in regular milk? .... therefore, because I wasn't drinking regular milk but soy milk.... but not the soy milk... so then you say it is genetics... but... HAVE YOU SEEN MY MOTHER. point made. If you didn't follow that, it's your fault and you should just read it again.

To finish my sentence: whatever it is about chai-- it is what I love about you. The totality.

Hitler loved little blue eyed boys and it drove him to hate. True story? I don't know. What I do know-- is that an overly zestful love for any one thing can lead to evil. Notice the extremists in any religion. EVIL. I wonder if you really were in love with God and knew the spirit of him-- if you'd be evil?

I have things I want to write about but can't that's why this is so scattered. You know that whole attorney client privilege thing? Well shoot. I may or may not have a new case. That's all I can say. I am all welled up with excitement over it. I am excited to stay up late reading case law and statutes. I am excited to feel like I am doing more for the immediate well being of society.

And, if I wasn't bound by the rules of ethics, I would tell you the whole silly thing. Whoever you might be.

I woke up at 4:30 this morning. Got to work really early. I felt very vulnerable carrying my stuff down Jackson Blvd at 5:45 this morning. It's not an easy place to be. Homeless people shouting at themselves. You wonder when they will shout at you and then you could sue them for intentional infliction of emotional distress... put a lien on their assets and wait it out til they win the lottery. I am kidding, kind of. I mean, what's it to them if they win 23 million dollars if they give me twenty thousand of it. Wouldn't that be evil at its height? Yes. It would. Almost equal to the dictators in Africa.