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It's been a lousy fucking week from hell, and I'm not going to pretend it hasn't. The only reason I didn't pitch myself headfirst down the hill on the way home from work is I thought of Bella sitting alone in the apartment getting hungry with no one to feed her and I held onto that so I made it home (of course the damn cat didn't want me to touch her or pet her...she's in one of *those* moods today...I can relate). I'm tired and my eyes hurt from crying and I want to go to bed, so I'm probably going to do that. I hope you're all having a better week than I am. I couldn't think of words to say to explain how I'm feeling or why (I tried a few times, even made a voice post earlier in the week when only half the shit had hit the fan, but nothing much helped) and I wanted to try and be cool and descriptive or uplifting or some shit like that. Wow you all with my awesome creative writing skills. Not gonna happen.
I was looking through my mobile uploads on Photobucket today, and the last picture I took with my old phone, the one I thought I'd lost when it broke, was there in my account. I'm so glad I thought to send that picture over to my account before the winged seraphs of heaven and the demons down under the sea took my camera away from me. The picture shows the sign outside my church (well, let us stop calling it "my church" and ditch the fantasy that I'm ever going to be claiming it as my own anytime soon). St. Andrews. The last meeting I had with the Priest a month or so ago was so depressing I didn't even have the energy to type it up for you here. Suffice it to say that people who go to grad school and get a degree and then think they can talk to everyone else as though everyone else is morally and intellectually inferior to them should be drug out into the street and shot. Let's just simplify that and say everyone who goes to Seminary and then thinks that qualifies them as SMARTERBETTEROMFGGODTOTESLOVESMEMORELOLZ should be drug out into the street and shot. Thank you for the memories, fuck you for the class. Ok?
But anyway, even though that church (and all church) makes me want to stab myself in the face until I choke to death on my own blood, the sign outside the church is always pretty cool, and this one is especially cool, so I want to share it, if I may:
Maybe I'll never set foot inside a church again and I'll just let the sign outside every church I see from now on be one long sermon on my journey home.
I was looking through my mobile uploads on Photobucket today, and the last picture I took with my old phone, the one I thought I'd lost when it broke, was there in my account. I'm so glad I thought to send that picture over to my account before the winged seraphs of heaven and the demons down under the sea took my camera away from me. The picture shows the sign outside my church (well, let us stop calling it "my church" and ditch the fantasy that I'm ever going to be claiming it as my own anytime soon). St. Andrews. The last meeting I had with the Priest a month or so ago was so depressing I didn't even have the energy to type it up for you here. Suffice it to say that people who go to grad school and get a degree and then think they can talk to everyone else as though everyone else is morally and intellectually inferior to them should be drug out into the street and shot. Let's just simplify that and say everyone who goes to Seminary and then thinks that qualifies them as SMARTERBETTEROMFGGODTOTESLOVESMEMORELOLZ should be drug out into the street and shot. Thank you for the memories, fuck you for the class. Ok?
But anyway, even though that church (and all church) makes me want to stab myself in the face until I choke to death on my own blood, the sign outside the church is always pretty cool, and this one is especially cool, so I want to share it, if I may:
Maybe I'll never set foot inside a church again and I'll just let the sign outside every church I see from now on be one long sermon on my journey home.