Oh Jesus.
Today I was driving around running errands until I thought my head was going to explode. It seems that ever since the big move there is a never ending list of items needed IMMEDIATELY from Home Depot or Target or Pier 1 or World Market…the list could go on. Anyway, I’m not a big fan of all these errands, so by the end of the day I was understandably irritated. On my drive home I was cut off by a nasty old car covered in bumper stickers. I thought, “I was just cut off by some damn hippie!” but then I noticed what these stickers were saying. The first – Terri was murdered. The second – A country that kills its children is a country without hope (Pope John Paul II). My thoughts then turned to “damn Republican” and as I drove by I couldn’t help but look to see who this person was. I was even thinking about giving this person a nasty “I’m a liberal and I don’t like your stickers” look, just because I’m such a rebel. I turned with every intent to glare, and I see…a nun. In full nun gear. Rosary and all.
8 years of Catholic school and I’m glaring at a bad driving nun who is pro-life. The worst part is I actually felt guilty. Now that is the true sign of a Catholic. A nice big helping of guilt. Just delicious.
I know how everyone has missed my comments on this fab website, but I have been very busy drinking myself into debt. I can’t even believe how much fucking money I have spent this week alone and I haven’t even paid my bills! Sorry had to vent…onto the nun…wow, I’m glad I waited for this story! No sarcasm, I laughed pretty hard about that one! You have the most random experiences, but I have been thinking about it and maybe it’s not just you. Maybe it’s just that I am stuck in this god awful town where nothing exciting happens at all unless one of my friends ends up naked in somebody house. That is how sad my life is. Just wanted to update you, the gramps has been located, he is back in Montana, he refuses to see anyone and has thrown anything of my uncles onto the hood of my uncles truck which is in the garage. Godspeed to Sherman, he’s going to have a hell of a time getting that truck back. ANYWAY…just thought I would tell you that. Well I talked to you about an hour ago and not much else has happened, doing some laundrey which is going to take me like five years. I’m really concerned about Karen’s wedding…I have no idea what’s going on, I’m not sure where I am getting the money to pay for what I need to pay for (hotels and such) and what I need to do! That is my goal for the day is to e-mail her and be very straight forward on asking what I need to do! Well I better go do that! Good luck with your Sunday! **KISSES**
I’m suprised there hasn’t been more of an uproar from the pro-schavio crowd since that firefighter came out of his coma after 10 years.
Seriously people, if I’m ever in that state take me out back and put two in me just for good measure.
ps: Damn Catholics!