Due to the discovery by a set of parental units, I have had to relocate (as you all know). However, I though that a new adress deserves a new look. And I was getting tired of the old one.
Jesus people came to visit me again today. This time it was a lady, a guy and a little boy. This is ever so odd. I mean, every so often you get the JW people, but they don't like to stand on my porch with little children and read to me about everlasting life and what it means. But hey, if that's what they want to do with thier day, why not? But they always seem to choose a time when neither of my parents are home. And I looked (or rather look, since I still do) like absolute hell. On wheels. I haven't dressed or brushed my hair or anthing, and yet chose to answer the door. Oh well, if my stunning uglyness hasn't chased them away for ever, nothing will. Poor Jesus people.
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