It's a campaign, man, integrity's got nothing to do with it
I love bike riding. I'm glad it's become my new hobby (especially since my previous hobbies were eating candy and eating cookies.)
I'm reading this really good book right now. It's called The Passion of Mary Magdalen and it's by Elizabeth Cunningham. I picked it up on a whim at the library and I am pleasantly surprised.
Oh! Yesterday I almost killed Michael. I cleaned the bathroom-scrubbed it clean. So he comes home and goes to shave last night, and decides that he doesn't want to get hair all over the nice clean sink, apparently. I come home and find him in the bathroom with the TRASH CAN IN THE SINK. There is now dirt all over the sink-and it's,like, floor dirt and trash can dirt. Who the hell does that? I almost murdered him. I said, "what the fuck is wrong with you? Why didn't you just use a towel?" His response? "Oh...yeah."
I am so not meant to live with other people.
I'm reading this really good book right now. It's called The Passion of Mary Magdalen and it's by Elizabeth Cunningham. I picked it up on a whim at the library and I am pleasantly surprised.
Oh! Yesterday I almost killed Michael. I cleaned the bathroom-scrubbed it clean. So he comes home and goes to shave last night, and decides that he doesn't want to get hair all over the nice clean sink, apparently. I come home and find him in the bathroom with the TRASH CAN IN THE SINK. There is now dirt all over the sink-and it's,like, floor dirt and trash can dirt. Who the hell does that? I almost murdered him. I said, "what the fuck is wrong with you? Why didn't you just use a towel?" His response? "Oh...yeah."
I am so not meant to live with other people.