I would rather live my life as if there is a God, and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't, and die to find out there is. You are my 8 in 8 seconds. I am not breaking this. No way! I'M TOLD THIS WORKS!!!!! Bishop T.D. Jakes "8 Second Prayer." Just repeat this prayer and see how God moves!! "Lord, I love you and I need you, come into my heart, and bless me, my family, my home, and my friends, in Jesus' name. Amen." Pass this message to 8 people {EXCEPT YOU AND ME}. You will receive a miracle tomorrow. I Hope that you don't ignore and let God bless you.

Jesus fucking blaspheming Christ.  I don't believe in the christian god, and I sure as hell don't want to waste my time reading this bullshit.  Any god who grants miracles to those who are proficient in e-mail forwarding just isn't my god-cup of tea.  Ya know?

Of course she'd rather live her life as if there is a god and die to find out there isn't one, she's a christian.  Isn't that the idea?  I'd much rather look at the facts, and determine that god is just something people have created to help them deal with death mostly, as well as to have an example of what's right and what's wrong.

Ya wanna know what I think is wrong?  Not only wrong, but annoying, disappointing, uncouth and offensive?  Contacting someone for the first time in years with some bullshit about what you believe without even sayin' "Hi, how the fuck are you?"  What would Jesus do?  Well, first of all, he'd show some concern for my well-being.  Jesus was quite the humanitarian, I hear.  He cared about people.  Doesn't that mean christians should also care about people by modeling their lives after christ, who gave a fuck about people?  Maybe not.  What the hell do I know?  What else is there in this world but people?  If you can't do good for people, what can you do good for?  Maybe the world itself, I mean the environment.  You ought to feel some sort of responsibility to keep this world a place we can live in comfortably for the people who'll live on it next, and after that, and after that, and...that'll probably be about all she wrote.  The world's goin to hell in a handbasket, you know.

So, to all of you Jesus-email forwarders and bible slingin' Xians, please, fuck off, and keep your emails to your Xian friends.  I don't want or need to hear about it.  Especially when you only pretend to show concern for my soul, and you don't even exchange some standard pleasantries. 

How have you been, Stacy?  Goin' to school?  Got a job?  Just preachin' some more?  I see...well, good talkin'.  Over and get the fuck out of my email!  I didn't really write all of that back, because I don't care how she's doing.  I don't know her.  This is how I replied:

Hi Stacy.

Please don't send me any more of this type of thing.  I'm not into it.
I hope your god provided you with your "miracle" for sending it
though.

Thanks,

Me

God, I'm AWFULLY corgile.  Oh well, call it manners, call it hemahunayakisock.  I'd be wasting my time telling this chick exacly how I feel, anyway, right?  I guess I don't give a fuck if she knows how I feel or not.  I know how I feel, and now you do.  Lucky us.

Check out some other entries I wrote before I discovered the beauty of mindsay:  http://ophoria.myblogsite.com/blog