Ah, gone are the days when I used to talk back to my mother. When I was going through my angst-ridden/rebellious/the-whole-world-hates-me teenager phase, I almost always anticipated those verbal fights with my mother. I used to brag to my peers about how I talked back to her and gave them a blow-by-blow account on exactly what witty comeback I came ( Read more... )

Just this morning, my dad was asking me when I was going back to my apartment. Well, things were A-OK around the house so I was thinking of staying for one more day.

That urge was quickly squashed.

You see, church is supposed to be enlightening. You're supposed to come out of church feeling refreshed and like a new person.

So...is this some kind of ( Read more... )