Last night at 12:30 a.m. Guitar God above me decided to start playing.
As he and I had a previous agreement that he (has ignored constently) stop playing his guitar loudly at 11:00 p.m. each night- I was understandibly very disturbed. Not only by his playing, but by his self-centered ability to Push his limit...or is it Push mine...
I jumped out of bed, found his number and called him. No answer. He may not have heard the phone ring. I left a message asking that he please remember this agreement he and I had made, and reduce the noise level as he stated he would.
The noise continued.
I then recall looking down on my girlfriend-attempting to sleep in my bed...(unbrella in my hand pounding on the ceiling) asking her----
How old am I that I have to do this???

First comes "class"
Then gender
Then sexual idenity...
A few pieces of LYRIC Artwork on display at The Center.

At my job I am apparently more popular than God. Honest. It seems everyone wants to talk to me more than they want to talk to Him/Her. It’s like I can make their wishes come true, and they pray that I will get back to them in a “timely fashion”.
When I don’t, they call my boss.
Then I get “talked to” about my inability to grant peoples wishes as quickly as they would like.

I wonder who “talks to” God about not responding in a timely fashion to everyone who attempts to contact Him/Her…

(p.s.- thanks for your assistance Jared-love ya!)

shit!

haloscan is all booked up now too and not accepting new members. i'll keep searching for a faster commenting system for you, boobie!

hey, at least we know i can post though, right? that's something. when your comments are down i'll just post my comment, how 'bout that?

i love you!

Pretty pictures of Christina.

A treat for Jesus.