Screw you, Lent.
I love Ash Wednesday. Almost as much as I love Shrove Tuesday. Almost, but not quite. I mean, pancakes, amirite, Jesus?
Mainly I love it because it does me the favour of pointing out who the super-religious people are.
I greatly enjoy pointing out that they have ash on their foreheads. I suppose they can be smug and superior about it, knowing that their sins are forgiven and they will enjoy an eternal glory. Meanwhile, I only get to enjoy one day a year of pointing and laughing. I know they think I'm getting the short end of the stick, but... hahahaha! Ash!
New topic. Lent. Why should I give something up? I think, instead, I'm going to take up a disgusting habit for 40 days. It'll make me appreciate how good I am for the rest of the year, you know? Smoking, here we come!
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It's storming. Again. I hate being in a city when it snows so fucking much. I don't mind it looking out my window, but treking around in it, getting my pants all wet, carrying multiple pairs of shoes in my bag. Bah. Humbug. I'd rather be skiing, you know?
Last night, it was so bad, that one of the reporters who lives in Kitchener-Waterloo crashed on my couch because the roads were so bad. It was fucking crazy and it is again. So this time, I'm prepared to have her stay. Last night, my apartment was a mess and I rushed around cleaning, but this time, it's guest-prepped.
I'm making beef stew too. Yum.
Mainly I love it because it does me the favour of pointing out who the super-religious people are.
I greatly enjoy pointing out that they have ash on their foreheads. I suppose they can be smug and superior about it, knowing that their sins are forgiven and they will enjoy an eternal glory. Meanwhile, I only get to enjoy one day a year of pointing and laughing. I know they think I'm getting the short end of the stick, but... hahahaha! Ash!
New topic. Lent. Why should I give something up? I think, instead, I'm going to take up a disgusting habit for 40 days. It'll make me appreciate how good I am for the rest of the year, you know? Smoking, here we come!
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It's storming. Again. I hate being in a city when it snows so fucking much. I don't mind it looking out my window, but treking around in it, getting my pants all wet, carrying multiple pairs of shoes in my bag. Bah. Humbug. I'd rather be skiing, you know?
Last night, it was so bad, that one of the reporters who lives in Kitchener-Waterloo crashed on my couch because the roads were so bad. It was fucking crazy and it is again. So this time, I'm prepared to have her stay. Last night, my apartment was a mess and I rushed around cleaning, but this time, it's guest-prepped.
I'm making beef stew too. Yum.