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My soul is doomed.

2007-03-23

It is. Don't ask me how I know; I just do.

My mom doesn't get it
and Kyle, who I'd ordinarily talk to about this type of thing, is too busy with his new girlfriend (damn him). My friends all think I'm nuts.
So, despite my non-pious nature, despite my bisexuality, despite the fact that I haven't so much as breathed in the presence of a parishioner in years, I am going to do the only thing that feels right at he moment and that is go to Confession at the closest Catholic church, St. Augustine's.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, it's been four years since my last confession and hold on to your chalice, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

Och. Maybe it's just that I was raised to believe that a priest or brother or sister or mother or bishop or cardinal or Pope was always there to listen (albeit from 3:30-4:30 each Saturday). Well, perhaps not the Pope. But you get the idea. As I am going to see RENT tomorrow at 2:00 I may not make the confession but there is always next Saturday. 

Pray for me, dears.

~KQ

Soo Sorry

2007-03-07

for not posting.

Not much blog-worthy stuff has happened.

I survived Valentine's Day with precious few emotional scars (my friend laughingly--or perhaps not so much--refers to the dreaded day as Singles Awareness Day).

I got a new She Wants Revenge CD today ^_^

Erm...yeah.
One of my friends mistook the Cirque Du Soleil show Love (Beatles-themed) for erotica. Lol. That was priceless.

And I swore at my friend's grandma by mistake (I was working on the scanner and I didn't know she was on the line so I shouted, "I DID INSTALL THE FUCKING SOFTWARE YOU SONOFABITCH!!")

Yeah.

Peace.

~KQ

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