Monday, December 28, 2009

Yay!

Beautiful Girl is making me Beautiful Baked Macaroni And Cheese.

And we are going to cuddle and watch a movie together.

And there is no one here to stop us, nothing here to interrupt us, and no responsibilities that keep us apart.

We get to spend time together again!

I've missed you Jessie... :D

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Merry Christmas

Ah, Christmas time. A time of family, friends, food, and gift giving. that last is the one everyone thinks of isn't it?

I think I've discovered a secret subliminal message.

"Merry Christmas"

Who said it - What it means

Random Stranger - "I'm being polite"
Postal Worker - Thanks for the Extra hours
Retail worker - Your signing my check buying here
Panera Employee - Got out of the way there are 20 people in line behind you
Your boss - Glad YOU get holidays off

Ah, good ol' American Capitalism is alive and well...

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Stupid






















Did you have to use that word?

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Should I be worried...

...that I can't think of anything to say that would be appropriate for the World Wide Web to see?

Sunday, December 6, 2009

People

Yesterday at Panera bread, I was reminded that people are not just tools. People are people, created in the Image of God, and paid for by the blood of Christ. Each and everyone of them unique. It was two mentally disabled strangers that reminded me of this.

Why did it take them? Why couldn't it have been my friends I've been abusing? What my roommate I've been taking advantage of? Or my Finance' whom I have been a stranger too?

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Got this from Mosaic Mercy...




















Jesus is washing Obama's feet...

And Osama...

And George W. Bush...

Do we forget our Lord's great Love for ALL men?

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

How I feel...
















Give me wings,
Give me peace.
These are the things that I need.
I'm tormented, broken and shamed
Are you listening?

Give me shelter from the storm,
I know it's a lot to ask for,
Considering how recent I've piled the dirt on your name.
Are you listening?

In this where I am for your sake,
Stuck between sleep and awake?
My mind is dreaming of things.
Are you listening?

I took you for granted again
And threw you aside
And pretended for one minute that I had control of my life,
And direction it seemed to be in
I was wrong again...
are you listening?

I will wait for you to come again,
And I can't pretend like I'm confident
And I can't pretend like it makes much sense when it doesn't.