It's about the journey I think, Alibelle. I certainly still judge, and that includes making judgments about people I shouldn't. It's not like you're supposed to throw your good sense, compassion, or discernment out the window. I think where you don't judge (er...wrt my own understanding of my own faith so the "you" there should read "one") is with regard to the state of another person's soul, and that's what ticks me off about that website (although to be clear, I am guilty of this myself, as well). One of the things. How long ya got?
Ah! Cool. Then in that case, I don't judge. Because I never think about souls, unless I'm also thinking BUfFieNANgLE'RsooooooooooSOLEmAtEs4eVa!!!!!1!11!!! Or the other state of soul I would be judging is, does Angel currently have his? Yes? No? Maybe? Of course, in that case, the quality of its state that I'm judging is attendance.
But then, I'm really bad at reading things anything other than literally, despite being an English major. Honestly, that's the hardest thing for me sometimes, in my English classes, is to find the symbolism. I'm all, wait, the lighthouse isn't just a lighthouse? Of course, school has taught me that the correct answer for any symbol is usually "it's a penis." So, whatever.
But for the first commandment, I read it as, put any other gods before you? No. Because I don't really care about any gods, so therefore none come before you. Yay! I didn't break it! It would take me a very long time to ever come up with the interpretation that not putting other gods before you = focusing on you 100% 24/7/365(6 in a leap year).
I'm honestly not trying to be offensive, if any of this is coming off that way. I apologize if it is. I'm just trying to explain why I'm really not drawn to organized religion at all, despite liking a lot of the artwork and jewelry. But that last part is my shallow side talking.
Alibelle, you missed JZ in Bitches talking about how she wished you'd done her junkie makeup for her acting gig at Stanford Medical School being a model patient.
Oh! When was this? Is she going to do it again? Because Dead Crack Whore is one of my absolute favorite makeups to do. Seriously. So fun. All the variations of it: Dead Crack Whore At The Bottom of a Swimming Pool, Dead Crack Whore with Blunt Force Trauma to the Head, etc.
ita makes me laugh. Also a little angry, with the easy apartment-finding and -getting.
Oh! Now find me an apartment!
Okay, where did everyone go? Why did all the talking stop?
Let's see what's a favorite topic? How about bruising. I have a bruise on my wrist that hurts, but is invisible, probably because I've been taking my vitamins. I'm pretty certain I got it in dance class, when I was doing the spinning on the floor thing again, from the teacher's kung fu grip. Actually I would not be surprised if I left bruises on his arm, either. I was holding on for dear life. I also have a mysterious bruise on my inner thigh, right above my knee. It doesn't hurt, but it sure is purple. However, this upsets my vitamin taking theory, so I'm not sure what to think about it. Other than, "how on earth did I get bruised there and not notice?" Of course.
Let's see, another topic of conversation. Hmm. I don't think monkeys are all that endlessly fascinating.
So there.
ETA: Ha! Of course someone would post when I was writing that whole thing up. What kind of apartment do you want, Allyson?
school has taught me that the correct answer for any symbol is usually "it's a penis."
Far be it from the internet to disabuse you of that notion.
It feels like buyer's remorse, but I know it's only good old fear of commitment. Which is to say, lease signing in 5 minutes.
Jesse, it was all Ali.
What kind of apartment do you want, Allyson?
Something larger than 400sq ft, for $800, in Los Feliz.
Everyone laugh.
Oh! Now find me an apartment!
Nope. I'm next.
Do we need to start the line discussion again? It's bad enough ita cut.
