April 30, 2012


This past Sunday was an eventful Sunday. The kind of Sunday where all the speakers do exceptionally well and everything hits home and rings true and life is wonderful and bright for about and hour and you feel like you can take on the world, but then a long line of about 6 single-adult men come in and sit in the row just in front of you, and every single one of them is amazingly beautiful and in all different shapes, colors and sizes; then there is no way you could ever pay attention to the rest of the lesson because you can see their shoulder and back muscles through their nice white shirts and you take a jab at your self esteem because none of them will ever know you exist, and all you can think for the rest of that hour is "Baby, I want to draw you."

That kind of Sunday.

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