The Great Condom Conundrum

I wish I could speak dog language. Not for conversational reasons. But mainly to tell mine to stop eating condoms. Particularly random ones he finds in bushes outside my house. I’d rather have him roll in a pile of dead fish than play tug of war with that. He found one yesterday. A condom, not a pile of trash that is. Don’t worry though. We both made it out of alive. And after I stopped hyperventilating, I did some pondering. I pondered the age old question that has plagued mankind since the dawn of time – Why do people always throw condoms on the ground?

As a kid I was always puzzled why there were so many “balloons” by the library. Was there a party I missed? Why doesn’t anyone ever let me know? I like books. I love cake. I should be invited too! Then I got older, and realized that all that self loathing was for nothing. Those weren’t balloons. Those were contraceptives. And no big deal, people were just having sex in the parking lot and all over my books. Which I guess is a good life lesson for a child.

But let’s be honest, there’s also a silver lining to all of this. Whoever is having all this bench, library, or car coitus, is at least practicing safe sex. Showing some responsibility. And you have to respect that. The kicker though is, not quite responsible enough to throw them in the trash. Which kind of cancels out the first part.

Although it’s not just parks, and libraries that are littered with condoms, it’s freeways too. I did my fair share of freeway cleaning due to unwise choices in my youth, so I can definitely attest to this fact. Are these people just throwing condoms out of car windows in mid drive? Shouldn’t they be focusing on the road? If texting or talking on your phone tickets are expensive, a “taking a condom off while driving” ticket must be astronomical.

Maybe the answer to all this is we need biodegradable condoms. The tagline on the package could be – “Hey when you’re done, just throw it in the compost pile!” I bet those would sell millions. Or people can just stop being disgusting and throw the fucking condom away. Either or. Sorry, I know this turned into kind of a weird rant. But hey, have a great day!

P.S. – I just found out I’m seeing Billy Joel in concert. Be jealous of my life.

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My Journal of Dreams

Someone wise once told me to write down all my dreams in a journal. I don’t know what that does, but only ignorant people turn down advice. So I figured I’d try it. Dreams are like goals, but with more magic. At least I’m pretty sure. Maybe if I write them down, then they’ll come true.

Here is a list of my dreams for 2012:

1. Meet Danny Glover

2. Finally witness a reliable jetpack demonstration

3. Ride more komodo dragons

4. Learn what a yogini is

5. Eat more fiber

6. Cast a successful moon spell

7. Get better at dubstep dancing

8. Lose so much weight that I gain the power of invisibility

9. Listen to more songs with the flute in them

10. Continue reading Charlotte’s Web in braille

Dreams already accomplished for 2012

11. Dream more

12. Live life to the fullest

13. Appreciate nature

14. Take up photography

15. Find myself

16. Not eat boogers

17. Be happy

18. Always tell the truth

19. Start a dream journal

20. Meet Billy Joel

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