jehovah's witnesses came to my door, jehovah's witnesses came to my door! i feel so grown up! i think they'll come back, as they were nice old handkerchief ladies and i didn't have the heart to yell at them or tell them i'm agnostic. that never works anyway - i think people can smell it on me or something, and they rope me into long conversations because i try to argue politely and then can't say no. so i confessed that i don't work thursdays and fridays, let them play with the cat, and got a copy of the watchtower. if anyone's free next week, help me hide, would you?
from awake!, a tower insert ostensibly about food safety,
When it comes to techniques of processing food, there is considerable uncertainty as to whether they are safe or hazardous. Such uncertainty breeds fear, discord, and disunity. - 2 Timothy 3:1-5.i would like to point out that i have never had serious food poisoning, and i have leftovers that slap my hand when i try to take them out of the fridge. i think bacteria can smell fear, and they know they can't mess with me. i guess pride could goeth before a fall there, though.
this seems to be part of the same article.
All too often, though, the feelings are one-sided - and someone gets a broken heart. And even when the feelings are mutual, frustration and heartbreak still result when one or the other is not mature or old enough to get married. Really, where can such a relationship go? A Bible Proverb says: "Can a man rake together fire in his bosom and yet his very garments not be burned?" - Proverbs 6:27.more on saying no: i told some slimy guy at zeitgeist that i was gay when he brought me a newcastle, and you could tell he wanted to run away but he wanted to seem sensitive, so i got into a long conversation about no, it's not because i was traumatized by a man, yeah, the girls in san francisco are okay, oh, it's nice that you hug your gay acquaintances. jesus never came up.
more in awake! on "Dirty Money", "Ailing Taste Buds", "Mosques Mushrooming in the United States". if you're worried, i'm mostly done reading my copy.
happy house! off to get mari for a sleepover (she keeps mentioning me spoon-feeding her beer,which is confusing but alright). frantic purchases of muffin and cornbread mix, but i still need to wash towels and clean. pray for me.
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