People of the Interweb; gather at my feet. I have for you a proclamation of love and loyalty, of passion and faith. I have found Jesus. Her name is Rebecca E. Silberman. To attempt to explain to you, humble and clueless followers, the source and depth of my conviction would be an excersize in futility. Leaving you only with this tidbit, I return to my nightly meditation on the path to Beckaville, Heaven (exit 14 off the Taconic). We drove, in the winged Chariot of her Steely Beast to Target where togther we bought matching hot pink shower caddies. This is the true meaning of religion, of life. Meaningless, material goods, available in a variety of designer colors. Join me philistines, and together we will bathe in treasure at the feet of our great diety, Her Honored Magesty, Our Soverign Becca. Togther we will revel in the distinct glory of purses, shoes and Sephora. We will wallow in the scent of exhausted credit cards and worship to the chanting rythems of such anthems as Lady Gaga'a BoysBoysBoys and JET's Cold Hard Bitch. Come with me, follow the path of meaningless substantial hapieness, and you will never be poorly-dressed agin.