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At best, depeding on your religious view, I may be called a lapsed Methodist.
I found a book on Methodist beliefs (which have escaped me since before I was confirmed...) in Mimi's room. I decided to borrow it to see what in the hell I supposedly am.
I may report later, but I probably will not.
This whole religion thing seems like crap to me. I still believe that religion is the same as crack, only crack is tangible. Which honestly puts crack ahead in my book because at least you can see crack.
Enough of this crap.
Good night for real this time, now that I've made my Big Lots run. ;)
PS- Big dilema earlier. Around 4 this morning dad asked me if I could go get my brother from his fag hag's house. I was wide a-fukcing-wake, but I still couldn't go because Staci and I spet the last three hours drinking in my front yard. I'm obviously awake, so dad tells me he shouldn't do it because he had two drinks with kaluah in them... I said I was too tired because I didn't want to tell him that I **SO** fucking out drank him. So dad ended up going to get my brother.
I felt bad so I started cleaning up, which was more difficult than going to get my brother, but I could legally clean. I started taking my dad's glasses of tea (with moldy lemons in them) to the sink, and I fucking vomitted because they stunk so badly. So not only did I clean my dad's nasty moldy glasses of tea, I cleaned my vomit splatter/mess. I'm trying to decide if I should ask my dad to give me money for the pizza I threw up.
I found a book on Methodist beliefs (which have escaped me since before I was confirmed...) in Mimi's room. I decided to borrow it to see what in the hell I supposedly am.
I may report later, but I probably will not.
This whole religion thing seems like crap to me. I still believe that religion is the same as crack, only crack is tangible. Which honestly puts crack ahead in my book because at least you can see crack.
Enough of this crap.
Good night for real this time, now that I've made my Big Lots run. ;)
PS- Big dilema earlier. Around 4 this morning dad asked me if I could go get my brother from his fag hag's house. I was wide a-fukcing-wake, but I still couldn't go because Staci and I spet the last three hours drinking in my front yard. I'm obviously awake, so dad tells me he shouldn't do it because he had two drinks with kaluah in them... I said I was too tired because I didn't want to tell him that I **SO** fucking out drank him. So dad ended up going to get my brother.
I felt bad so I started cleaning up, which was more difficult than going to get my brother, but I could legally clean. I started taking my dad's glasses of tea (with moldy lemons in them) to the sink, and I fucking vomitted because they stunk so badly. So not only did I clean my dad's nasty moldy glasses of tea, I cleaned my vomit splatter/mess. I'm trying to decide if I should ask my dad to give me money for the pizza I threw up.