I've had two songs fighting for airtime in my brain ever since yesterday afternoon. Bad things happen.
My confession for today is that I used to listen to Depeche Mode in Jr High. I'm not sure why I switched radio stations, but if I hadn't changed my listening habits in 9th grade I'd might be goth...
Bad things happen and one part of my brain wants to believe that everything has a purpose and that God gives and takes away. I want to believe that God's hand is lovingly crafting and shaping us even though it hurts. Blessed be your blah, blah, blah.
Right now a larger part of me has a few lines of Depeche Mode repeating over and over...
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors,
but I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
and when I die I expect to find him laughing
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I know exactly what you mean.
I guess I'll be seeing you Friday afternoon too, huh? =(
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