I always feel bad when people tell me that Jesus died for me. Like somehow it was my decision/I was part of it. (Just an observation.)
I mean shit! Look at that^! I had nothing to do with crucifying him.
Seems like an alright dude to me.
Random reflections, contemplations, and musings. I've revamped the format to less format. My thoughts don't seem to have a format, why should my blog? Warning: Some of these posts will be a steady stream of consciousness. Some of these posts will have adult themes and language. Some of these posts will be of a personal nature. Don't judge me. I'm too busy doing that myself. I'm just sharing my thoughts. And with that...away we go! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!