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Back in the day I used to be obsessedOBSESSED with this band. I had all their tapes. I collected the records, and my walls were covered in their posters. I had tshirts, "Official Stryper" bibles, and I was damn near convinced I would someday marry their drummer.

I wrote their contact address (which was actually their vocalists wife) on a damn near monthly basis, inquiring as to the marital, physical, and any other stats my young mind could think of. I even went so far as to steal cheques from my parents to order official merchandise with. You think that’s crazy eh? What’s worse is that the first cheque I sent in was not signed properly. So they sent it back. I figured out what was missing and then mailed it back with my order. I never did see the look on my parents face when the large tubes of posters arrived, along with whatever other horror I inflicted upon their bank account.

Yes, I was a fangirl. I watched their live concert videos, memorizing every step they took on the stage. I dreamed of rocking out in concert with them, dressed in their "yellow and black attack" signature costumes.

The day I saw them live in concert was like making the Hajj. I had a broken ankle and was on crutches, but none the less I stood there, in pain, surrounded by body heat and vile sweat. But I was there. My moment of bliss had come.

And then one wretched day I received official corespondance informing me that the lead vocalist had left the band. Many tears of agony were shed that day. It was one of the darkest days of my 13 year existance.

I still have my records and a few posters. All the letters from their fan club are tucked away in an album. All these things are covered in dust or partially consumed by termites. They have put out a recent album that I have not heard, nor have much desire to. I’ve heard rumours of a reunion tour. I doubt I’d pay 5 bucks for that shite. Oh, and I’m pretty sure I’d scream and shoot myself if I ever woke up next to the drummer now *gag*.

Boy how life changes…..

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I can think of a few actors I respect: Jack Nicholson, Patrick Stewart, Morgan Freeman, and …. Maybe there is more but I can’t think of any right now. I like these guys, but I really don’t give a flying fuck about ther personal lives. What the hell difference does it make to me what these people eat, who they date, or what they did on vacation?!

I love Star Trek beyond anything on earth. But do I know much about the Trek actors? No. I don’t know where they are today, what they are doing, who’s fucking who, who likes chocolate. I simply don’t care.

Basically, I just don’t understand the Hollywood Star obsession. Why are these people so idolized? What makes them different from other people? Should I wipe my ass with whatever tp <insert name of latest "Hollywood hunk"> uses to avoid chafing? Enlighten me!

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Too many people buy parrots without realizing all their complexities. They scream. They bite. They are very messy. They get hormonal. But the love and affection you get in return in amazing, if you have patience and take the time to learn and respect them… Something a lot of people don’t do. There are so many birds out there being rehomed. I couldn’t stand knowing one of my babies could be one of them.

Please take the time to learn about your new pets species before bringing them into your home, wether its parrot, dog, cat, reptile, etc. They never asked to be brought into captivity. We did this to them. Lets shows them some respect.

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