Sara here, bringing you my first thoughts on my new religion—or is that fifth thoughts?

First off, I am a poor disciple, an errant goat if you will, for chaos is not my natural state. Not that anyone who has seen my house will believe me. It is true though: I am a born organizer, a filer, a person who likes cubbyholes and categories and rules, with or without fairy dust. The fact that I do not impose orderliness on my surroundings is mere chance, or possibly laziness. None shall ever know for sure.

Fourth off, I have a full time job, dealing with the public. I am not yet willing to discover how much discord my superiors will tolerate, because next month I will no longer be Discordian but I will still need to pay rent. I have mostly confined myself to dancing in front of the windows and learning to whistle loudly and reciting foreign phrases and not putting the store back in order, quite.

Yesterday, being Friday, I partook of a hot dog, and it was joyous. Yesterday, being Mungday, I neglected to do anything of import, and forgot, in fact, that it was even Mungday. Except that “forgot” implies that I ever knew in the first place. The Principia does not specify celebratory rituals, so perhaps I shall belatedly throw confetti or cook spaghetti or sing pirate songs, but only on Tuesdays.

I finally got around to reading all of the Principia Discordia today, except for the parts which I didn’t. I have hopes to be more faithful in the future, and to do so in a non-linear geometry.

At least I don’t believe anything I read.