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I am annoyed
You annoy me sometimes. Its not that you do it on purpose, but I have days where no, I really don't want to hug everyone and play nice. You're a wonderful person, and freakishly nice. No, honestly, I think you might have some kind of genetic mutation that makes you..... you. I mean, you're so fucking handy! Putting shelving units together for ( Read more... ) -
grievances!
A list of brief letters to things and people that are really begining to irritate me ( Read more... ) -
Jesus Christ wants you to leave him the fuck alone
I was thinking today that religion annoys me. Has always annoyed me. Having grown up in a strictly Catholic family, that shouldn't be surprising to anyone who's ever been to a Catholic service. That said, if it was simply a matter of disagreement between what Holy Mother Church teaches, and what I can stomach it would have been an easy fix. But no ( Read more... ) -
something I was thinking
You had said you wanted to save my soul. Or maybe you had said that, and what you had meant was that you just didn't want me to leave. I know how you feel. I can recall driving in your old truck, after your accident, and thinking that maybe I could live without you but I could not die without you. At the time, and sometimes still now (though, I ( Read more... ) -
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I think of people as timelines ( Read more... ) -
regarding world views
Having been going to church the last few Sundays (and no, I did not spontaneously decombust, nor did I require any medical assistance for brain damage afterward) and I have to say, there has been something sinking in that I don't quite entirely condone here ( Read more... ) -
You will always be Alex
Oh you, with the cat eyes ( Read more... ) -
Things I would really miss if I were A.) wholesome or B.) a Fundie:
1.) Saying the word "FUCK" with a certain amount of relish and glory ( Read more... ) -
Write what you know:
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PORN!
Clad in naught but black, I strode into the office, demure and in search of satisfaction. I was unrelenting. I was fury incarnate. The bobble-headed people (all drones, typing, typing, typing, endlessly typing) stopped to stare at me, but I was alert. Their eyes burning through my papery, white skin, circumscribed my lust with their alarmed ( Read more... )