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What a weird twist of fate. I can't figure out if I should go with the offer I've already been given, and do something a bit different but kind of exciting, or continue to wait for the job which falls in line with what I've been doing for the last 8 years and probably more qualified for. To make matters worse I have been asked to let them know by the end of the day.
What a weird twist of fate. I can't figure out if I should go with the offer I've already been given, and do something a bit different but kind of exciting, or continue to wait for the job which falls in line with what I've been doing for the last 8 years and probably more qualified for. To make matters worse I have been asked to let them know by the end of the day.
*sigh* I just wanna work at a tea store since I love tea so much. I'm so sick and tired of well... enough said.
Why work at a tea store when you can own it? Maybe it will be an option in the future if it is God's will.*sigh* I just wanna work at a tea store since I love tea so much. I'm so sick and tired of well... enough said.
Why do I come here, its like trying to party at a morgue full of people who don't care for you. At least I still have my Icee's,
*sigh* I just wanna work at a tea store since I love tea so much. I'm so sick and tired of well... enough said.
He is.God is good.
I have slept in a cementary a couple of times and in reality its not even scarry.
Tonight's excitement is batteling a mouse I just seen in my bedroom. I put some food on a mousentrap and now I am waiting. I may mount the head if its big enough.
He is.
Today I was talking to a psychiatrist. And he said to me, "you've lived a very hard life, for a long time." and he implied that I had some sort of right to be angry at the world. And I just told him... I said, God only does right. I don't ask God why he does what he does, because he has his reasons and his reasons are good, always.
The psychiatrist said to me "And you find peace in that?" seemingly dumbfounded. I replied "Yes."
Looked around the room... all eastern looking, words like peace, serenity, tranquility. Sand stress relievers, good lighting, water running, comfortable chairs...
Not one thing that said God or Christ (of course).
Y'all can have your sand... give me Jesus.
I have slept in a cementary a couple of times and in reality its not even scarry.
Tonight's excitement is batteling a mouse I just seen in my bedroom. I put some food on a mousentrap and now I am waiting. I may mount the head if its big enough.
Why do you think people seem to find graveyards scary?