Just because I'm spastic doesn't mean it's okay for the other kids to tease me like that.
Our monastery cat, Thunder, is stuck in the back of my desk chair again. He has really sharp, long claws, and they look very regal. He likes to climb up my chair, or attack our ratty old sofa sometimes. The problem is that he gets stuck, and cannot extricate his regal little claws from his large and unwieldy prey. It's pretty funny.
The cat just knocked over my little
I just got back from Waffle House with my co-workers. Too much fun.
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Would that all Christians clung to the "rags of popery."
Sort of.
I actually spent a portion of last night explaining how one could choose Anglican Christianity and still have respect and a sense of greater esteem with regard to the Bishop of Rome.
I don't think my friends bought it. Oh well.
Want some toast?
I didn't know you worked at Waffle House. Watch out for Kid Rock.
I work at a bookstore, and live across from Waffle House. But thanks for the warning...!
You are beginning to sound like Jacques Derrida. "shedding religion to find God" sounds much like "religion without religion." ooo...scary.
Silly boy, I equate religion with Jesus, remember?
I've been reading you for quite some time without commenting and thought I'd make myself known.
You do some fairly brilliant stuff. However, it's been a while since you've been at the feverish pace of publishing of yesteryear.
Maybe you need something nice and controversial.
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