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School continues to eat my soul like some lifeforce-eating organism, ready to suck me completely dry of any self I had left.
I was walking to class this morning, and there's guys handing out "free foods with a coupon whoops lol you have to sign up for a credit card though" stuff and the guy handed me one for Cousin's subs. He said, "Hey, they're handing out Bibles down there."
At the time, I thought this another quip at my floor-length black skirts, but I just laughed.
I walked further down to the end of the block and, to my surprise, I found 3 guys in suits handing out fucking Holy Bibles.
Bibles? On MY campus? It's more likely than you think...
I avoided them skillfully and continued on to the next block, only to find another one there. I circled around to the door on the building, only to find a fat, bald man with a pocket Bible in his hand grinning smugly at me, his smirk of superiority and holiness plastered on his fat face. I stared him down, and when he finally put his hand out to offer me that godforsaken text, I gave him the sweetest, most sickly smile, showing my teeth, and put a stop to that right away.
His god-favored grin only faltered for a second, and then he remembered he was holier than this here girl dressed in black, a heathen to be sure!
...what the fuck? ...WHY do they feel the need...?
That, and my roommate will not cease listening to country. I'd love to just claw my eyes out then pull my brain out through my eyesockets, and pitch it at the walls before all body functions ceased and I bled all over the place and died.
Might as well.
I was walking to class this morning, and there's guys handing out "free foods with a coupon whoops lol you have to sign up for a credit card though" stuff and the guy handed me one for Cousin's subs. He said, "Hey, they're handing out Bibles down there."
At the time, I thought this another quip at my floor-length black skirts, but I just laughed.
I walked further down to the end of the block and, to my surprise, I found 3 guys in suits handing out fucking Holy Bibles.
Bibles? On MY campus? It's more likely than you think...
I avoided them skillfully and continued on to the next block, only to find another one there. I circled around to the door on the building, only to find a fat, bald man with a pocket Bible in his hand grinning smugly at me, his smirk of superiority and holiness plastered on his fat face. I stared him down, and when he finally put his hand out to offer me that godforsaken text, I gave him the sweetest, most sickly smile, showing my teeth, and put a stop to that right away.
His god-favored grin only faltered for a second, and then he remembered he was holier than this here girl dressed in black, a heathen to be sure!
...what the fuck? ...WHY do they feel the need...?
That, and my roommate will not cease listening to country. I'd love to just claw my eyes out then pull my brain out through my eyesockets, and pitch it at the walls before all body functions ceased and I bled all over the place and died.
Might as well.