Superstition makes me grumble

I only have one thing to say about today. If you're a Christian, God loves you, have faith, the holy Hoover is coming soon, and your ass is covered. Shut up. If you're not a Christian, then you have nothing to worry about there either, because you don't believe. Either you do believe and you're blessed, because even if you're naughty, you can be forgiven, or you simply don't believe. (And if you are a naughty Christian, by all means....stop being a naughty Christian. Few sins are less attractive than Hypocrisy.)

I don't believe. I am not a supersticious person. I'm willing to give a nod to the metaphysical because I do believe there are forces and energies that science has yet to explain, or document. Saying I patently refuse to believe in "ghosts" or alien life is kinda like saying I don't believe in undiscovered insect species in the Rainforest. This is why I don't throw stones at my Pagan peeps for when they are witchy, nor do I swing mud at my Christian fellows for tending to the needs of their souls.

But when it comes to today, please people, let's not panic. Everyone knows the Antichrist is going to have 666 on his social security card anyway, not his birth certificate!


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Yesterday

Breakfast: Yogurt
Lunch: Club sandwich, w lettuce, tomato, cheese, chicken lunchmeat, bacon, and mayo
Dinner: Half a Wendy's Taco Salad with half serving of chili, a half serving of corn chips, dressing, and lowfat sour cream
Post Dinner: Serving of Spagetti with added cheese