What Would Jesus Do?
I just got back from World of Golf, or Golf World, or something like that. It's out near Drumchapel. A Nice Place. So, we pulled up, and I felt rather apprehensive. It looked (and by looked, I mean was) like the equivilent in the golf world of starbucks, or something. It had a big golf superstore attached to it, and a cafe, etc, etc, etc. So I got to the actual driving rage, still not liking the place very much. All That Was About To Change. I so happened to find myself at a station with the most fabulous self-golf-ball-loading-onto-tee machine, and for anyone who fully understands just how lazy I am, not having to bend down to place a ball on a tee before every shot was like heaven. You just poured your golf balls into a slot, and selected your tee height. The machine then loaded up a ball and kept score of how many you had hit. And It Was Good. Also, I'd like to point out that it isn't me that is posting the comments about the Mel Gibson looks-absolutely-wonderful film about Jesus. I really hope it's a real person, and not one of you playing a trick. Cause I'll cry...in fact, I'm going to go and try and find this person and see. Well, find in a find their livejournal find sense.
So anyway I realise you may all hate me after possibly this, the most boring post in livejournal history has passed through your eyes to your mind and I won't be too offended if noone ever wants to talk to me again.
I'm on a wire.
So anyway I realise you may all hate me after possibly this, the most boring post in livejournal history has passed through your eyes to your mind and I won't be too offended if noone ever wants to talk to me again.
I'm on a wire.