sigh...of relief

i am happy to report that i did indeed survive yesterday, the supposed satan's birthday: sixth day, sixth month, sixth year, which apparently he only has once every hundred years. or so. and i thought i wanted to have a leap year birthday!

not that i was really worried, but every so often i think back to the days when i was fifteen and booted out of confirmation and have fleeting thoughts of, "what if?".

for those of you who know anything about me, the following will come as a complete shock to you: i was kicked out of confirmation for being a...a...a delinquent! i know, i gasped out of shear shock, too, when i heard the priest pull my mother aside, tell her that i was a monster, and to please take me away and never bring me back.

i've done some asking around and apparently, [remember, i am only guessing, since i was never given a fair excommunication trial or anything, i was summarily punished and hauled off] it is against baby jesus' teachings to throw the dormitory lobby furniture into lake vanajavesi, along with the girls who were sitting in them. i was only teasing! and, apparently, it is a damnable offence to turn the fire hose on and spray the same lobby girls whilst chasing them down the dormitory hallway. not only that, but it seems that breaking into the dormitory kitchen and stealing food is behaviour only of the devil.

i wonder what would have happened had i mentioned that i was only to be able to collect the presents afterwards. please, i stopped believing in god the day abba broke up!

in the background::new religion:duran duran