A singer in a smoky room...

One of the things that cracks me up about MySpace is people’s pictures. They take the same shot of themselves over and over, and they give them different captions. Cute, hot, serious, sexy, mad, me, me again, me looking fly, me looking amazing, me loking crazy… They are all the same face! I feel that the "me" is unnecessary. I mean, is anyone confused as to who the person in the photo is, especially when it is identical to the previous picture? It makes me think of a girl who came to church, and on the way home she would practice her different “Lips” in the bus mirror. “These are my cute lips. These are my pretty lips. These are my ‘that boy is tacky’ lips.” On and on. I used to make fun of her but making up ridiculous scenarios for my own lips. “These are my ‘that light better stay green’ lips. These are my ‘I want Chick-Fil-A’ lips.” She didn’t think it was funny.

I could eat Chick-Fil-A every day. There is no reason in the world that would make me like it less. I know I worked there. Perhaps it has seeped into my blood stream and has created a brand new addiction. I love their chicken, their fries, their honey mustard, their Polynesian sauce, their milkshakes… I love CFA. I do not like working there. That was deliverance from the Lord when I left that drudgery. Did you know that I worked there for two years and only made $5.60 when I left? Highway robbery. I made $6.50 when I started and Hot Dog on a Stick, and made $7.00 when I left 11 months later! I only made $5.35 when I started at CFA. Quite unbalanced. I did make more money than all of my friends did. Haha, suckers. I doubt that statement could hold truth today.

I am so close to completing my collection of Seinfeld. Only two volumes to go!

A boy called one of our volunteers “racist” the other day. I quickly put him in his place. I was not very happy with him, and quite bluntly told him the error of his statement. You should have seen the look on his face when I told him that she was married to a black guy…