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I have the uncanny ability to meet a Satanist and/or Luciferist at bookstores. Today, I was just chillaxing at the Philosophy section of my local B&N and some random dude strikes up a conversation. Then...like all self-absorbed Satanists feel prone to, he goes on the ever popular religion tangent. I roll my eyes, not at all discreetly as I have already determined that tact would be wasted. I give the 'Leah Skeptic Look' that I acquire in all photographs for some reason. Nothing. Guy continues tangent. I don't mind Devil-worshipping ways, honestly I don't. But please, when someone is attempting to scan through Twilight of the Idols before her grandmother makes her leave, please leave her well alone.
His name was Ben.
He invited me to some meeting. I remark about Girl Scouts. Humor is missed.
Katie needed to be there, so she could giggle.
I just feel the need to relay this, in memory of Tom.
Piz-eace
His name was Ben.
He invited me to some meeting. I remark about Girl Scouts. Humor is missed.
Katie needed to be there, so she could giggle.
I just feel the need to relay this, in memory of Tom.
Piz-eace