All about me

Oh the stress of having to think about others...totally not worth it. Couldn't even concentrate on my weekend, and the week is not beginning with my usual bang. Not that kind, um, still recovering. It takes a full six weeks for a woman to fully heal and become accidentally pregnant again. Looking forward to it.

I don't know what it is with me, Catholics, and birth control. It's not that I want to have absolutely no part of it, or that I just like the excitement of roller coasters. For some reason I just trust that God is real and actually DOES know best. Even if that best is left to pure chance. I'm weird.

With these brains, you'd think I'd use them more wisely, would you not? I mean, if I end up losing all my friends and associates due to an odd conviction that I'm to be loved for my intentions and not my actions, or something close to that. Maybe I deserve it, I'll still have God.

And my blog.