While Brendan was talking on the phone like a 16 year old teeny bopper, Ross and I talked about many things to pass the time till Brendan got off the phone. One thing we talked about went like this:Me: Do you think Jesus was really a stoner and he just thought he did miracles?
Ross: *laughs*
Me: Like he passed drugs around to the rest of the apostles and they thought they saw miracles but it was just them hallucinating.
Ross:'' Watch me walk on water''. And they find Jesus at the end of the river.
Me: Dead? That's how Jesus really died.
Ross & I: *laughing*
Me: And the apostles made up the bible so they wouldn't look like fools following Jesus around for months.
Ross & I: *Laughs*
Brendan finally got off the phone and life resumed.


I've been living in the same house for 23 years now. I sometimes bitch and moan about it due to the lack of room. I hunger for more space. When I think or when I'm writing, I like to walk around. I don't know why I do this, but I don't like sitting still when I need to think. I can walk 3 steps in my room before I hit my head off the door or window.
Today I bought this Rorschach from 