Don't worry about disappointing me, I'm used to people sucking.

I really don't have anything else at the moment besides that sentence.

However, I do have some news.

The leader of my college ministry has so many stories.  Mickey Pittman could tell us a different story every week and we'd be nowhere close to his memoir.  So, since I've been wanting to write a book and have yet to come up with anything good,  I'm going to start interviewing Mickey.  He is such an inspirational man and I will keep this up to date as the interviews progress.

In the meantime, God bless.

Hate Me or Love Me at your Own Risk

Hating anyone eats away at your soul slowly.  Loving me, though, might be more difficult than hating me.

Wob

It's been a while.  Almost 5 years have passed since the last time I saw you.
In 8th grade, we were in the same class.  I remember my mom pointing you out and saying you were cute.  I shrugged it off because you were too cute to like a girl like me.  In 8th grade, I had hair as big as it was long.  I had braces.  I was still at that awkward toothpick body shape stage.  You were so out of my league.
Even now, after all these years, so much has changed, but I still feel so flattered that you like me.  You're training for the Marines right now, but somehow manage to take time to text me every so often.  Every text from you gives me a brand new smile that I don't have to fake.  I cannot wait until August when you come home.  I want to see you so bad.
I miss you, Robert Smith and I'm so flattered that you miss me, too.

Conversation in a classroom

Girl: Do you have a pen?
Boy: Yes
-girl uses pen and passes pen and attendance sheet back to boy-
girl finds a pen in her bag
Girl: Oh.  I just found a pen.
Boy: Well it's too late now.  It's ok.  You just wanted to start a conversation.
Girl:  You caught me.  That was my latest pick up line.

& while I hate this class, these conversations make it worth while.

At night, when I'm at that point between awake and sleep, I try to imagine what it'd be like if you were here.  I don't imagine anything sexual.  I imagine how it'd feel to be snuggled up next to you.  How it'd feel to have your arm around my waist casually, drifting off to sleep.
To be honest, I want you so bad.  I've never wanted anyone this much this soon.
You don't see what I see in you, which isn't so good.  I guess it's the same way around, too though.
You make me smile so much and we just always seem to understand what the other person means, even before the words leave their mouth.
I don't just want you physically.  I want to be in a relationship with you.
But I don't want to be the only one wanting that.

Wob

Every conversation is a battle for who gets to talk.  I've never met a boy who talks as much as I do.  You exceed my expectations in so many ways.  I think we want to know each other so well that we're telling each other everything the only way we know how.  You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you, darling.  I'm so happy God put you in my life.
I'm just afraid of Him taking you too soon.

Dystopian thing

The lightning fills the dark room even through the closed blinds.  As the thunder claps and the lightning sparks grow closer together, I tremble with my hand over David's mouth.  He can't move or make a peep. This kind of man-made storm tracks what we say and do.  I'm still trying to understand why our government would sink to this level, but have no time to dwell since I must protect what's left of my family.