A Mind of Discord

If you don’t want to hear it, then stop making obvious poor decisions. Not that hard.

Dear Lady Parts, 

I am going to assume that you did not get the memo. Obviously the email was not forwarded to you or you missed the Facebook message. Maybe, you already know and instead you have decided to follow your own flow (no pun intended). So I thought I would let you know how things work. ITS ONE WEEK OUT OF EACH MONTH. THREE TO FIVE DAYS. ITS IN THE HANDBOOK. IT IS NOT TWO RANDOM WEEKS AT YOUR LIKING. Do we understand one another? Let’s get things right next month, okay? 

Love, your upper half, the part that speaks and stuff.

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Toaster: Frozen Waffles Have It Bad (by ChrispyWaffle)

I just searched for this video hard and long. So glad I found it. Enjoy.

Get better so I can make these for you. =(

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Failed at carrot cake once before. Shall make them again. 

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On Wednesday evenings I take a religious education course to complete my confirmation. Technically I should have achieved this stage in life at an earlier age, but dropped out. I hope this post does not offend those who have beliefs in the Catholic faith. I just have no expectations of forces that show no proof of their existence. That statement is about to contradict this post to some, but that’s alright since people re-blog misspelled posts on here all the time and get away with it. 

Anyway, this Wednesday night, I could no longer listen to the Jesus babbling. For some strange reason whenever the name Jesus is said, whether by the priest/father or film, it’s said real slow. JEEEEE-SUS. Kind of like imagining you’re a redneck. Say it. Out loud. Do you feel the crawling sensation under your skin? Now I do not mean to disrespect the Father, so I stare instead of playing on my phone, drawing or making mini origami butterflies. However, I also make believe I’m on Ghost Hunters or some other paranormal show. I’m sure many of you have stared at an object long enough to look away and see its’ afterimage. Well the Father was going to put a film on and instead began speaking, leaving the television in a fuzzy black and white disarray. You know, the black and white screen, which according to The Ring is a million bodies swimming or something. While staring at the father, I would suddenly move my eyes towards the screen of the TV, and there, lo and behold, was a shadow of a man in the screen. Now obviously it was just the afterimage of the Father, but to me, I was reaching to the “otherside.” Or maybe it was Jesus. *gasps* The picture is an exaggeration though. The wall in the background was definitely less yellow.