When I attended my first ballet class, my worst fear came to reality. I was made to wear tights..SCREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!! WTF!!!! I mean seriously tights??????????? The ones that can see the outline of my-you-know-what.. Its like gross lah... I like mine to be hanging loose, if you know what I mean. I am a boxer kind of guy.. and also that stupid bitch Russian ballet teacher of mine man-handled my farsha and told me in her stupid accent that I need to do some fitness.. whatever that is left of my manhood is my farsha... and I can't bare to loose it! Anyhow my body is aching all over... It is healED.. It is healED..
Also, KCM service is only 2 days away! I AM SUPER EXCITED ABOUT IT. I EXPECT MY DADDY GOD TO MOVE MIGHTLY DURING THAT SERVICE FOR ME! I DONT CARE. HE WILL BE IN THE SERVICE JUST FOR ME.. Yup, just for his favourite child, ME!
For in Christ I am MORE than a conquerer. Cause You love me..
I read this on candice's blog
I thought its so damn cool..
*no greater love on Calvary, 2000 years ago.. a Man hung crying in the rain- just for me*