The transit reminded me- the woman who thinks I smell bad (and is conservative and somewhat bigoted) said the most surprising thing yesterday morning.
She started talking about having an argument with a fellow Christian tat weekend about gay people, and I though "here we go!", and she started going off about how you couldn't call yourself a follower of Jesus without being upset about how people have marginalized gay people, and that the only things that Jesus taught were about love and acceptance, and that he had nothng to say about it at all.
You could have knocked me over with a feather. She says that she personally doesn't understand it, but it is not hurting people, they aren't hurting people, and if they want to make families and be married she is all for marriage. She even understood that churches wouldn't be forced to marry people they didn't want.
My commute really is ideal -- 1 mile walk, 15 minutes in the van. I took a cab on Monday, and missed the walking.
People are endlessly fascinating, aren't they?
I'm in urgent care at the moment, TB. I could at least get up and shower this morning, but the mid-section is pretty painful still. I came in because I think muscle relaxers are the only thing that's going to prevent another night of pain.
But really, it could be worse. I'm okay. Thanks for asking.
oh peoples, I hate people having rough days.
but still I am going to whine. I am starting in on hour 5! of working on 2 applications for Federal jobs. The deadline is midnight tonight and I will get them done, but at the moment I am taking a short break because I CANNOT STOP CRYING. Yes, Federal Government, you win, your application process has completely broken me. Congratulations, you can wear down the un and under-employed.
Oh friend. Don't let them break you. You can do it! Yes you can!
you can do it, msbelle!!!!
PS I get that people lie and they have to make absolutely sure that I'm not pregnant, but OMG seriously! I'm not pregnant! ND has either been gone or on opposite shifts most of the past three months AND I'm on the Pill AND I'm infertile. Really and for sure, NOT PREGNANT.
PPS Person sitting a few seats away from me, please stop singing "Walking on Sunshine." You can't sing and you're making me want to walk on your face.
