Reason 46.092, Section Q, Paragraph F.5 that God Hates Kelly.

June 21 2006

{{Aside from the obvious fact that Kelly is a raving heretic.}}


The first time since Sunday that I've actually made an effort, gotten dressed beyond pyjama pants and a tank top {{or a swimsuit, for that matter}}, actually put makeup on.... And my car refuses to start. REFUSES to START. The temerity. If I didn't love that metal frame on wheels so much, I'd.... *Graphic depiction of vehicular demise, rife with expletives*


So.... Who wants to come pick Kelly up and go have a wild time of some form or fashion? I smell good.... Hahahaha.


When you loved me I could not write
A single word of rhyme or prose.
I struggled with the implements,
But put them all down for a rose.


I thought the loss a small one,
Though I admit I missed my pen,
And now my heart is torn in two,
The words flow easy back again.


::EDIT::


So apparently God and Kelly have a love-hate relationship. That whole door-window thing from The Sound of Music, and all. {{Except God doesn't just close the door, he closes it on my hand. Ouchies. But when he opens a window, at least it's the open-late drive-through of a medical complex of sorts.}} Thank you for rescuing me, Andrew!! *Hearts*