What's with Santa? Isn't he a fat feller in a big red suit with blocked arteries and an eating disorder that will come down your chimney bearing gifts, freshly unloaded from a sled that is piloted by a bunch of flying deer? It is enough to drive anybody bonkers when you think hard about this nonsense. Santa is gay. Have you seen Mrs Santa? And comes once a year... hmmmm. wahahaha...
I spent a good three hours BITCHING about life to su an yesterday night. Haha. So damn farnie. Sometime all of us feel smug when we assume this pseudo-sense of authority over everyone else, I realize. And I woke up at 2pm. And tommorrow, it will be the eve of Christmas. Whoo hoo!
Yesterday while I was attending the Christmas in orchard (yet again!), God reignited the dreams that He has placed in my life. I just felt so good after that. If you have been following up all my drivelling, my emotions would really slip at the rate of the bra strap of some slutty. But that’s just me. I am an emotionaly charged ass. Often feeling like a crap more than anything else.
And to you asshole (joseph), you don't have to make fun of my Sarah. She is so so going to be beautiful. Your wife would probably look like she will be rammed down by some huge 5-tonner vehicle and not quite recovered from it. Okie that's mean. Haha.
I find that it's a bit "extra" to air out my prayer here, but then I LOVE to keep a prayer journal and I can't afford to keep one in the safety and comfort of my home. So I have to rely on the web site to keep references of my prayer. I know that He is faithfull and He will see that ALL my prayers will be answered, cause I am standing on victory ground.