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It's a bit bizarre, living in a world where God might or might not exist. The fact that this is even possible says a lot about what we (would) expect from Him. If God disappeared one day, would anyone even notice? Maybe some of you think the world would plummet into chaos and darkness or whatever, but I think that the entirety of creation can sustain itself by this point. I mean we've got a food chain... and a water cycle... and all sorts of other stuff. Unless some people out there are receiving clandestine mana deliveries, I think God could take an extended vacation. It's not as thought I actually expect someone to answer my prayers, or that I ever did.

So yeah, I might get that apartment I was so sad to have not gotten before. Apparently, I'll know...BY FRIDAY! My hopes aren't up. Meanwhile, I've got some other possibilities that don't really seem that great because they're with guys and I'm beginning to think that I'm just not compatible with MOST men. I was totally born intersexed, or something, and thusly have no gender relation skills. Maybe I'm spiritually asexual. Maybe I was promoted to human after a particularly good turn in my past life as a basket.

I'm kinda confused about how being someone's fetish should make you feel. On the one hand they're discounting a majority of your characteristics and focusing on the single one that happens to make them salivate. On the other hand... doesn't that usually happen anyway? If one lady likes fat guys and another lady likes skinny guys, that's pretty much the same thing. If you like really smart people, does that really make you that much nobler than a guy with a librarian fetish? Still, the fact that I owe my being here to my dad's fetish for women who can't speak English all that well feels awfully wrong. Like I said before, I don't feel like somebody's creation. I just feel like a crappy soup made from mommy and daddy's broth and celery.