Oh lovely. My life is about to end.

Maybe I hold my breath and die. There are so many options to choose from. Seriously. It doesn't help if your bible disappears 'mysteriously' every so often.

Maybe I should choose my wayward lifestyle over that of a 'for the love of God' lifestyle. I mean being 'nice' to people and doing things, which I seriously do not wish to do, isn't really quite like me right? I am more of the living for the moment and who-gives-too-shit-about-what-people-think type of person.

Maybe I should get a grip.

It's just like Julie Andrew said. When the dog bites, when the bee stings.. I simply remember I have a wonderful God - and suddenly things don't seem quite so completely shitty.

Or however she put it.

And not just any God. A Father, my Helper, who would love me unconditionally.

Maybe I should see my trying times as a grain of sand scarcely worth of contast with the forever dunes.

Maybe..Just maybe....