My mom called me this morning to tell me I need to be nicer to others. And, to really drive her point home, she reminded me just how unhappy Jesus gets when I call someone a ball sac. This is probably true, but I'd like to think Jesus has way more on his hands these days than adding another notch to my curse word score card.
Cussing
July 17, 2008
April 30, 2008
bunburyist
I chalk just about every physical symptom up to anxiety. I'm thinking my gravestone will read: "She thought it was a panic attack."