Sarcastic to a fault and an undercover optimist, this is the weird little world that is my life. For some reason and in spite of being really boring, all kinds of wonderful, funny things happen to me. This is my writing experiment. How it’ll turn out or what I’m trying to do, I’ll find out somewhere along the way.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Introductions at a Funeral
There’s a whole world of religion based humour that I’m not entirely comfortable voicing. But in my head, it’s hilarious. I think we can take those thoughts, my lesbianism and the fact that I shook hands with several nuns and priests as evidence that God is all forgiving. So there you go religious zealots. God is all forgiving, not vengeful and scary. And that's only if you consider homosexuality a sin, which I obviously don't. If you're of my mind, then it's evidence that God loves love and doesn't care how it is expressed. So meh!
Hmmm... what else? My grandma had me drive on the way back home. Her car is far less responsive than the one I usually drive but I managed. I only got nervous a few times. Her cruise control got quite a work out. Of course, because I was driving and she was no longer concentrating, my grandma noticed how quiet the car was. I got to listen to Engelbert Humperdinck (which I think is a really unfortunate name) and really old Roger Whittaker on the way back. Uh... not exactly a highlight for me. All things considered though, not all that bad. Besides, it was amusing watching my grandma point to each house and announce which family used to live there.