churches and weddings bewilder me. today i went to a wedding where the guests were asked to partake in communion as part of the well wishes for the couple. i had already decided to opt out when my boyfriend's dad and brother motioned me up to join the throng. i panicked. i went up. i ate the bread, but just couldn't bring myself to drink from the cup. ech. sigh. what the hell was i doing anyway, i should have just said no to the whole thing, which is my plan for next time. later i drank from a water fountain in the front hall. i'm hoping it wasn't some kind of "special" water fountain.
the boyfriend's dad leaves tomorrow, thank goodness. i can wear the naked lady t-shirt again! i am happy to be a godless heathen.
the boyfriend's dad leaves tomorrow, thank goodness. i can wear the naked lady t-shirt again! i am happy to be a godless heathen.
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when i was really young and would visit my "ya ya" and "pa poo"
in harisburg pa, i was forced to eat the bread and drink the wine on sundays at church...that cummunal spoon was so traumatizing..i get shivers just thinking about the dread of that shared oral experience....bleh!
two asters rebelling against each other would make a great movie *girlfighttonight!*