Why do I do this to myself?Last night, whilst dying on the couch at around 10:20ish, I turned it onto that Eternal World Network or whatever the fuck channel 28 is. I forget. Anyways, this channel is the Religion Channel. Sappy, born again christian channel. This woman was acting, very poorly, as someone whose boyfriend just gave her money to get an abortion. She gets the abortion and then spends the next 24 hours (10 minutes including the poorly timed fade to blackouts) overdramatizing her regret.
I rarely say stuff like this because I know it's offensive to some who disagree with me and are pro-life, and I want you to know that I would never actually do this, but the acting was so bad and her regret was so fake and schmaltzy that if I really knew her, she would get far enough beneath my skin to inspire me to go out and get an abortion just to piss her off.
She gets a number from one of those women who hang outside abortion clinics just so they can glare at the girls who were raped into pregnancy and make them feel guilty. The old woman from the clinic parking lot comes over shortly afterwards and asks her if she knows Jesus.
Do you know Jesus? Have you spoken to him personally? Maybe it's his fault that you can't act. How's about that?
Listening to Howie Day covers of Babylon and At the Stars and downloading stuff off Aimster. It's a good day when you have a faster connection and can stomach food without getting sick like yesterday.
The New year is coming about. Some of my resolutions include not to play basketball in heels, to understand spoken Spanish (cause I don't have enough time/desire/will/desperation to learn to speak it), and to finally let go of things.
You?
And apparently, I really am Madonna.
