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This morning around seven forty-five my mother entered my room and asked me if I'd like to join her for church. I paused and considered the ramifications that my reply would have on my soul and for possibly the 8th Sunday in a row politely declined and returned to my slumber. My sister [going on 18, the nicest person you'll ever meet, beautiful {and as the stereotype goes: not very intellectual}, conservative {but not a Republican... yet}, and a newly baptized member of the church] came up a few moments later and asked me if I was going. I told her that unless she and Mommy were willing to carry me into church as is: bed, pillows, comforters, naked Andi and all, then I would not be going. Devin sighed and said to Mommy, "Well I tried. It's not my fault she's going to Hell." This is something that she's said before and the first time I said it, I think she meant it to shock me. However being the devout sinner that I am; I was already hip to the consequences of my actions. I am going to Hell. 1. I rarely go to church. I mean, I will miss my family while I'm in Hell. But I cannot say that I'll miss some of the other people who have told me that I'm going to Hell. Actually I was once told that I was the anti-Christ. But I can understand is coming from Karla. You see, I'm black and Karla being the good Catholic that she is knew that Christ wasn't black. Also, I'm female and EVERYBODY [except for Tori Fans... and I can all but guarantee that Karla is not/was not/nor ever will be a Toriphile] knows that Christ isn't female. And lastly, if Karla and others like her are going to Heaven, then that's the last place that I want to be. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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