Nothin' like hanging around a bunch of 'saved souls' to really demonstrate the level of sinner I truly am.
It was so absolutely endearing to watch BaneSOTS with his friends. They were already drinking beer and playing their guitars by the time we showed. I sang along to all the songs I knew...not that I'd sing loud enough for any of them to hear me.
Then we all caravaned over to some bar...I was told it WASN'T a honkey tonk, but for this displaced New Yorker it sure seemed like one. Cheesy girls, boys in cowboy hats, country music... Am I right or wrong here?
Either way I was too busy having a small emotional breakdown about BaneSOTS on his path to goodness...and being unlucky enough to end up with feelings for lil' ol' me...sinner extraordinaire, to really give a shit.
He's such a wonderful person and he wants to be good so bad...
Why he'd want to spend time with me at all is truly beyond me.
I'm bad...really, really bad.
I mean, I don't hurt people and stuff...at least not on purpose.
I'm spiritually connected with my morals all in a row...
But I'm bad...really fucking bad.
In all the ways he wants to be good.
I really like the way I am and there isn't a chance in hell that I'm going to change it.
But I don't want to be the one to drag him down here with the rest of us. I know I say this a lot...but I really believe that no matter how good I feel in his arms...he'd be better off without me...
What's a sinner to do when she runs straight into the sweetest good guy in town?
It was so absolutely endearing to watch BaneSOTS with his friends. They were already drinking beer and playing their guitars by the time we showed. I sang along to all the songs I knew...not that I'd sing loud enough for any of them to hear me.
Then we all caravaned over to some bar...I was told it WASN'T a honkey tonk, but for this displaced New Yorker it sure seemed like one. Cheesy girls, boys in cowboy hats, country music... Am I right or wrong here?
Either way I was too busy having a small emotional breakdown about BaneSOTS on his path to goodness...and being unlucky enough to end up with feelings for lil' ol' me...sinner extraordinaire, to really give a shit.
He's such a wonderful person and he wants to be good so bad...
Why he'd want to spend time with me at all is truly beyond me.
I'm bad...really, really bad.
I mean, I don't hurt people and stuff...at least not on purpose.
I'm spiritually connected with my morals all in a row...
But I'm bad...really fucking bad.
In all the ways he wants to be good.
I really like the way I am and there isn't a chance in hell that I'm going to change it.
But I don't want to be the one to drag him down here with the rest of us. I know I say this a lot...but I really believe that no matter how good I feel in his arms...he'd be better off without me...
What's a sinner to do when she runs straight into the sweetest good guy in town?
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This weekend sucked. My 57 didn't sell on Ebay. The starter went out in my truck while it was parked int he mud, so I had to lay in the mud and change it in the rain. Actually that was kinda fun for me...I did get really dirty.
There is a difference between sinning / not sinning & having morals.
Sin is for people who subscribe to a particular belief system and morals are based on the personal ethics one has developed over a lifetime, in the environment one finds themselves.
Take it easy