Karma's a mother fucking bitch.

If you were asked nicely, "Hey would you like to make a donation to help end hunger?", what would you say? Would you kindly donate a dollar here or maybe just the some left over change in your pocket? Or would you look that person in the eye and rudely say, No? I know a dollar doesn't sound like much. But every little bit helps, a hungry man or a mother who fights desperately to feed her babies. I know people struggle, and maybe they've depended on that same food bank to feed their families from time to time. But if you're in the situation to give back, please do so. So what if all you have is the 35 cents I just gave back to you. 35 cents will go a long way.

I guess it's hard to see people, turn a blind eye. I've been in the situation where I've had to depend on someone else to put food on the table. And if someone else hadn't been kind enough to donate food or money, I would have starved. I know that cold nasty feeling of having to go to bed hungry because Daddy spent the last 20 dollars on beer and cigarettes. I don't want anyone else to experience what I did. For the first time in my life, I am in the position to start giving and helping others, just like some helped me. So please, do what you can. One day, you might be on the receiving end. And I believe karma will make or break you. Make your decision.

At work, we're taking donations to help local food banks that were hit hard when Katrina hit. A lot of people don't like putting their names on the slip saying that they donated, they'd rather not advertise themselves, and say "HEY, I DONATED, I'm this great person." I like making up names, and well let's just say people like Deidre Hall and Drake Hogestyn and Barry Manilow and well Dennis Quaid came through my line and donated. I turned them in, and didn't think anything about it. About an hour later, I hear. "Deidre Hall? Isn't she on that one soap?" I laughed. Really hard.

Clifton. Oh Clifton. He's one of my managers. And well, I think he thinks I'm absolutely insane. He's always giving me this funny look, but I guess that could have something to do with the scuba gear I wore the other day. My crazy antics have struck again. And well, Clifton's gonna love me. You just wait and see.

*Okay. Seriously. Barry Manilow? American Idol? I'd rather eat a bag nails. Kevin gone! WOOT!*