Christianity is for Loosers.
Yesterday was a blur. I decided to pull off the gatherings that I had planned to attend, to spend some quiet time at home with my parents. Hm.. when was the last time I ever stayed home for a countdown? We had take out order and I watched first 50 dates (yawn).
Praise Jesus, apparently, my maid hid my bible thinking that my parents would actually throw them away. How cool is that? Cause I just left it lying on my bed. She had it placed in my bookshelf all along. Anyway, hm.. when was the last time I touched that Book? Like since forever... Haha.. Anyway, I feel that I am drifiting away from God.. getting more and more carnal minded. Oh what-EVA...
Am I fat????? My far-sha (my euphemism for love handles) is getting slightly wider. Must be the holidays. I am opposed to the idea of a Christian looking like a Buddha. And I am keeping my hair long! Yeeh!!! I am so going to rebond my hair and keep up with my beauty(tm) regime now that army life no longer stalks me.
I am turning 23 this year! So cool. History is filled with intimidating men who made the best of their time on earth. By their 23rd birthdays, Justin Timberlake had already
quit *NYSNC, Bill Gates generated his first million and Britney kissed Madonna. These facts are plaguing, nay mocking my masculine being. So what if I can't buy a 2 million dollar mansion for my parents in Beverly Hills? I know that I am a looser. We all are. Suck it. That's why I suppose I need Christ even more so badly. Teach me Lord, to be conscience of my union with You. That You and me are ONE. That without You, I cannot do anything.... I can't.. You help me Lord.....