Jesus hates me...
Below is the evidence of this. I have an unusual art collection growing for being an atheist, I like catholic and christian religious art. Just something about it. My room mate, Jaime, being the thoughtful gal she is, brought me home a really nice picture of the last supper. It has a nice big gold fancy frame, that is heavier than it looks. So I hung it up above my bed and I thought it looked great there. A few weeks go by, and then one night while I am snoozing away, Jesus came down and struck me. In the form of that picture from my room mate. What a rude awakening, my eye started bleeding and it hurt like hell. The next morning I looked like I got into a bar fight, or like sloth from the goonies. Not pleasant. The swelling went down in a few days, I tried to be good and use ice packs and lots of neosporin. But it seems that it was all in vain, two weeks later and I still have a little red scar. Lesson learned; hang posters above your bed, not framed art.
