During my childhood, I prayed somewhat traditionally. In bed before going to sleep. Usually about pressing matters, like the terrifying black lab that lived next door. My sister and I were sure if we didn't pray for protection each night, that dog would leap through our basement-level window and rip us to shreds ( Read more... )

-My deodorant smells like apples.

-My lip gloss tastes like frosting.

-The assistant manager Kelly just keeps getting meaner.

-Church tomorrow.

Well. It has been awhile, hasn't it? Let us recap ( Read more... )

Well, work went okay last night. I worked photo a bit and register two a bit. Kelly wasn't managing, it was a lovely girl named Sarah who's subbing from another store. In more depressing news, I think Juan (the photo guy I worked with last night) hates my guts which is not good. He is this huge man in his 40s maybe. NOT good to tick the big ( Read more... )

My jaw is stiff, but my swelling has gone down. I know you all wanted to know ( Read more... )