FridayThe13th
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I've been having to go to church since before I could talk, it's a house rule in my home that if you live here you have to go. You have no choice in the matter and since I'm not of legal age to move out yet, guess where my happy ass is stuck every Sunday morning?
That's right. Church. And my family can't be the quiet sitting in service type, no that's impossible. They have to be the, "PRAISE JESUS! OMG!" dancing in the isles, speaking in "tongues" type. And to make it worse, my grandparents bring church to me. Think about it, not only are my Sunday's ruined by church, but so are my Wednesday nights in my own home.
I'll be doing my own thing in my room, listening to music, meditating, chatting it up with my satanist buddies then all you can hear is, REALLY loud REALLY bad kareoke of "JESUS LOVES ME THIS I KNOW" and you just want to bang your head on the wall til it bleeds. Then, if that's not bad enough...
Every other Tuesday is my grandparent's bible study night, so they try to take me to listen to other people who look like they're so old their dead in their chairs, testify about when they were "my age".
Sadly, I had to sit in service today without a book, music, or anything. Gods, have you ever felt the energy in a church? BLEH!
I curled up while they were praying and put my head between my knees and just breathed in deeply pulling my aura in close to me so it didn't touch the crazy chick next to me then just slowly exhaled every last bit of that breath, pushing it out to fit around my in a pretty little bubble of aura and energy, I have never felt so good, it was just like waking up and having that first morning stretch. No one touched me all through service, it wasn't as bad, eventually I fell asleep, lulz.
So brothers, sisters, here's to bitching about our least favorite place~
<3Kithic Dithean
Praise the father!
That's right. Church. And my family can't be the quiet sitting in service type, no that's impossible. They have to be the, "PRAISE JESUS! OMG!" dancing in the isles, speaking in "tongues" type. And to make it worse, my grandparents bring church to me. Think about it, not only are my Sunday's ruined by church, but so are my Wednesday nights in my own home.
I'll be doing my own thing in my room, listening to music, meditating, chatting it up with my satanist buddies then all you can hear is, REALLY loud REALLY bad kareoke of "JESUS LOVES ME THIS I KNOW" and you just want to bang your head on the wall til it bleeds. Then, if that's not bad enough...
Every other Tuesday is my grandparent's bible study night, so they try to take me to listen to other people who look like they're so old their dead in their chairs, testify about when they were "my age".
Sadly, I had to sit in service today without a book, music, or anything. Gods, have you ever felt the energy in a church? BLEH!
I curled up while they were praying and put my head between my knees and just breathed in deeply pulling my aura in close to me so it didn't touch the crazy chick next to me then just slowly exhaled every last bit of that breath, pushing it out to fit around my in a pretty little bubble of aura and energy, I have never felt so good, it was just like waking up and having that first morning stretch. No one touched me all through service, it wasn't as bad, eventually I fell asleep, lulz.
So brothers, sisters, here's to bitching about our least favorite place~
<3Kithic Dithean
Praise the father!