Bless me diary for I have sinned. It's been about two months since my last confession.
In that time I have lied once or twice (shit, that's a lie), but only to protect someone from something painful (misplaced loyalties). I have used just about every name in vain (including my own). I've had impure thoughts and done impure things (but only to myself, diary, i'm not sure how much it'll cost otherwise, got a pricelist?). I've been evasive when questioned about my feelings (Did I ever tell you about the time I wrecked my dad's car in Germany?). I've been mean to the dog when she's woken me up at 0530 by not taking her for an extended stay at the dog park with all her dog friends (I don't think she noticed, she's pretty happy to have me run through the desert with her and take cactus out of her paws). And I've spent money on women that will only ever be friends simply to see them again because I've missed their smiling faces (I'm a sap, but a loveable one!). I'm not sure that's a sin but the impure thoughts definitely were (holy crap, i should write this stuff down). I've coveted my neighbors backhoe and my other neighbors pool (and while we're at it, could it have killed you to let us win just ONE softball game?). Sure would like one of each for myself (think I need a raise, got one up your sleeve diary? Is that why we won that 22 million dollar contract?).
And quite frankly diary, I'm going to sin again. It's tough to be sorry for living my life the only way I know how. I hope it's not too much for the law to allow.
I'm excited to hear that SG is coming to Tucson. Maybe I'll take a rest from my full-on active lifestyle for a brief respite of drinking, laughing, and women smearing sugary substances on themselves and other women (one can only hope).
In that time I have lied once or twice (shit, that's a lie), but only to protect someone from something painful (misplaced loyalties). I have used just about every name in vain (including my own). I've had impure thoughts and done impure things (but only to myself, diary, i'm not sure how much it'll cost otherwise, got a pricelist?). I've been evasive when questioned about my feelings (Did I ever tell you about the time I wrecked my dad's car in Germany?). I've been mean to the dog when she's woken me up at 0530 by not taking her for an extended stay at the dog park with all her dog friends (I don't think she noticed, she's pretty happy to have me run through the desert with her and take cactus out of her paws). And I've spent money on women that will only ever be friends simply to see them again because I've missed their smiling faces (I'm a sap, but a loveable one!). I'm not sure that's a sin but the impure thoughts definitely were (holy crap, i should write this stuff down). I've coveted my neighbors backhoe and my other neighbors pool (and while we're at it, could it have killed you to let us win just ONE softball game?). Sure would like one of each for myself (think I need a raise, got one up your sleeve diary? Is that why we won that 22 million dollar contract?).
And quite frankly diary, I'm going to sin again. It's tough to be sorry for living my life the only way I know how. I hope it's not too much for the law to allow.
I'm excited to hear that SG is coming to Tucson. Maybe I'll take a rest from my full-on active lifestyle for a brief respite of drinking, laughing, and women smearing sugary substances on themselves and other women (one can only hope).