TM: EVERY path may lead you to God, even the weird ones. Most of us are on a journey. We’re looking for something, though we’re not always sure what

that is. The way is foggy much of the time. I suggest you slow down and follow some of the side roads that appear suddenly in the mist.

Thank you for that, T.M. Very encouraging. So much so, it’s encouraged me to dedicate this whole week to poetry. Because, poetry is encouraging. Here, I’ll show you:

Color Pink,
How you guide me,
When I worry about breast cancer,
In myself and others,
But mostly in myself.
Color Pink,
How you remind me,
Of the generosity of UPS, Wilson, New Balance, Avon, Caribou Coffee and Ford Motor Company.
And that the soft petal of nipple is important too.
Color Pink,
How you inspire me,
To buy pins, scarves, bookmarks, bears, suncatchers, blenders, cell phones, golf clubs, pillow cases, Rollerblades, wallets and a pink ribbon sink strainer™.
Because “Survivor” is not only something you carry in your heart, but also on your bathmat.
Color Pink,
How you encourage me,
To unite with other women, to laugh, sing and cry.
Not because I feel that way,
But because you told me to.

D. B. is just tried eating a mango, but it was too sweet and brought back too many painful memories. Happy memories, but painful all the same.

What have I told you people about using status to air out your sentimental moods? Perhaps D.B. should invest in a Moleskeine. A nice, leather-bound book (reputed to be used by Hemingway and Picasso or some such nonsense) with blank pages just waiting for D.B.’s mango sentimentality. Hell, she could even put it in verse if she likes:

Dripping fruit under the stars,
My nether regions were dripping too.
I drank the juice,
From the indention in his upper lip
Soon we were making love with only the moon,
As witness.
But, with a tap on the shoulder,
And a hit with a boulder,
His girlfriend rained on my mango parade.
Now, all I have are the memories of that fateful eve.

7th Grade Poetry Contest: 10, Narcisstic Rating: 10

Look at HedonismChronicles.com now.

Your Turn

It's delightful how many people agree with me about the absurdity of Status culture. Now, you guys are sending your own comments with the status messages. So, to make my job a little easier this week, I thought I'd turn the blog over to you. Enjoy. -Hedonism

RB is so glad her husband's hair is growing back in and turning darker...although he did look good with stark white hair

Editor's note: I really wanted to keep this one for myself, but alas, I will let someone else take it. It's glorious, though:
Do you think the husband knows that his follicle status has been posted for the whole FB world?

J.H. has still not made the decision...why does it have to be this way! :(

Backstory: This girl updates her status with some variation of this message every 45 minutes or so. PUT ON THE BIG GIRL PANTS AND MAKE YOUR FLIPPIN' DECISION THEN, J-GIRL.

Donald Martin is banging out this blog. My editor is hounding me!

Boo fucking hoo it sucks to be Donald Martin!