A little bit more...
Well, last time I wrote I said I was getting baptized...well I did and now I am currently working to attain a full membership within the church. Last time I wrote I said my bench max was something like 330, well its 355 now and still increasing (I also did 405 on squat 4 times last tuesday). Last time I wrote, I said I was thouroughly enjoying my employment at the Frog and Firken, well now I work at Dirtbags as a bouncer, and am hoping to become door manager very soon. Last time I wrote, I said me and Amanda were really, happy well, nothing has changed there...were still absolutely in love with eachother and I swear I get away with twice as much crap as I did in the past (she mostly finds me odd and so she laughs).
With all that said, perhaps I can write about something meaningful. I could talk about how I'm really seeing god everywhere I go...and the devil too...I can also feel them both and sometimes I think one or the other has complete control of me. For instance, when I'm in church I feel the holy spirit moving through me like wild fire and my body and heart and soul all just burst into flame. I want to feel god everywhere, I want him to go into me and blast all my troubles away and he does.
But when I'm at work, or alone in my dorm...I feel evil. I do evil. Last thursday I almost beat a kid to a pulp at work because I felt that it was my jurisdiction to do so. There was a completely different fire in me at the time, and it made me feel powerful...but it wasn't God's power. It was something else.
But enough of that creepy heaven and hell talk...
oh yeah, I'm poor. You can donate to the Jesse Needs Food foundation by simply putting some cash in my hand....it would be greatly appreciated.
With all that said, perhaps I can write about something meaningful. I could talk about how I'm really seeing god everywhere I go...and the devil too...I can also feel them both and sometimes I think one or the other has complete control of me. For instance, when I'm in church I feel the holy spirit moving through me like wild fire and my body and heart and soul all just burst into flame. I want to feel god everywhere, I want him to go into me and blast all my troubles away and he does.
But when I'm at work, or alone in my dorm...I feel evil. I do evil. Last thursday I almost beat a kid to a pulp at work because I felt that it was my jurisdiction to do so. There was a completely different fire in me at the time, and it made me feel powerful...but it wasn't God's power. It was something else.
But enough of that creepy heaven and hell talk...
oh yeah, I'm poor. You can donate to the Jesse Needs Food foundation by simply putting some cash in my hand....it would be greatly appreciated.