For any critics (of any and all levels of levels of indignation/condescension/legitimate concern),
I have an answer for ya that just may freeze hell.
I keep the image of my Church/ family name veeeery clean.
click here for a full explanation!
so I don’t mind in the least that my car usually is not immaculate
course I still gotta get rid of some of the crap and vacuum it out sometimes
(line of propriety)
but overall it’s NOT my top priority
AND THAT IS OKAY!
Don’t ever give me crap about my car again (it’s not that bad anyways!). I ain’t lookin’ to be offended, but just don’t talk to me about that subject, k?
ya right, you’re better off tryin’ to freeze hell!
It seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table,
but you always want the ones that you can’t get!
I HATE the show “Desperate Housewives” by the way (I’ll tell ya why later),
but this post would simply be incomplete without referencing it.
Children’s author Obert Skye claims that, “Desperate times call for:
“To despair is to turn your back on God.”
complicated words slipping off of your tongue
and ain’t one of them the truth...
there’s danger in frustration…
PS. I thought long and hard about including the picture of the Savior. He wasn’t desperate in the traditional sense, but I feel that his hell in the garden could rightfully be classified as desperate.