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I was sitting here at Nava's, trying to raise her computer chair and i could feel the wire from my bra poking into me. I tried to pull the wire all the way out, but it wouldn't budge. I had to take the bra off and try to pull the wire out. I was pulling at it and my hand slipped. Somehow my thumbnail bent and ripped halfway. It bled a lot and we fixed it all up with a bandaid and such, but it still hurts like a motherfucker. Now I have to wear a bandaid until I die so that fucker doesn't fall off into some soup.
Now for one of the funniest things I've said in a long time. Nava and I were watching a show about ghosts. Some guy was telling a woman that if you tell a spirit you don't believe in it, it will try to prove to you that it is real. I told Nava that in the past when I'd question my faith in God, I'd have to convince myself that God was real, because I didn't want Jesus or someone to show up in my room. Jesus or not, someone showing up in your room while you're sleeping is scary. Especially if they're glowey, which Jesus certainly is =) I don't think I'd be scared anymore, but when I was younger it scared me enough to keep me awake for a while. I'm a horrible excuse for a Christian.
Now for one of the funniest things I've said in a long time. Nava and I were watching a show about ghosts. Some guy was telling a woman that if you tell a spirit you don't believe in it, it will try to prove to you that it is real. I told Nava that in the past when I'd question my faith in God, I'd have to convince myself that God was real, because I didn't want Jesus or someone to show up in my room. Jesus or not, someone showing up in your room while you're sleeping is scary. Especially if they're glowey, which Jesus certainly is =) I don't think I'd be scared anymore, but when I was younger it scared me enough to keep me awake for a while. I'm a horrible excuse for a Christian.