Undone

Rehab

That’s what I decided Church Is like. People are addicted to doing bad things, and we go and make pledges and promises to stop…. and we never do. So it’s like the un-ending rehab.

Sure– That might make church a crutch or whatever, because I’m depending on something to help make me a better person, but I don’t really consider that to be a bad thing. Druggies and Drunks have rehab because they were doing bad things, things that were hurting themselves and others. That’s what sinners do too, and Jesus trys to make them feel better and stop doing bad things.

Whatever- It made sense in my head yesterday–

I feel so mad, I feel so angry-

So lost confused just mad

I don’t work till the end of the week, sad stuff, I’ll probably drop in on my goody goody guys today though, if I find time to steal the car, AND get my nephew in. Sometimes it’s a hassle.

Our house needs a major as in MUNDO clean job. So after I finish writing this I’ll wake my brother upp and we’ll start weeding the front lawn. And if it isn’t too hot when we’ve finished we’ll work some on the back lawn. Then when it gets too hot, I’ll work inside the house, in the basement, or maybe the bathroom and Kitchen. I’m not sure which.

I’m on a cleaning escapade. We will see the top of our end- TABLE someday!

Yes, we have an actual table at the end of our couch. I have to clean up the scattered Videos, probably re-alphabetize them too. You think I’m joking? I’m not. haha! I’m insane about order. Sometime this summer my father’s computer area will be organized, his disks will be cataloged, and filed away. I’m an evil little girl. Then I’ll work on the “blank” Video tapes. Bwahahahahaha! So evil. Anyway.

Derringer Meryl Out