I'm Kind of a Big Deal
If not-- look at this.
This morning, I'm all walking into church, right? And, there, RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY MOTHERFUCKING CHURCH, are the picketers. There are signs, yes, there are signs. There was the famous "God Hates Fags" sign. Then there was one with a picture of the pope, the old pope, that said "The Pope Is In Hell." Another one was "Priests Are Fags." One even had a picture of TWO NAKED MEN DRAWN ON IT, ONE GIVING THE OTHER ONE HEAD. These picketers were chanting "God Hates Fags." Can you fucking believe this??? My kids saw this. Can you imagine trying to explain this to a 10-year-old and a 7-year-old?
Why us? Why my church? Why Parsons, Kansas??
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In other news, I am officially one hour late. It's one a.m. and I had pretty much figured on starting "the bitch" today. I took a test, cuz yes, I still POAS, and I think my "infertility vision" is kicked into high gear. There is the shadow of a shadow of a shadow of a faint darkened area where a normal pink line might show up. I know I'm dreaming, but, hey! Stranger things have happened, right? Maybe God is trying to pay me back for that good deed I did today when I DIDN'T RIP THE HEADS OFF THOSE MOTHERFUCKING BASTARDS.
Ya think?
Did Dear Prudie write you back? This is what I got from her:
"that letter really made a mess. I think I was misunderstood, and will not use psychiatric terms any more. many people thought it was the same as "narcissist." "
So... not the groveling reply I was hoping for but still pretty nice to hear something back.
Ha- and stop staring at that stick! Hoping for good news for you in a couple of days!