Oh, God. No, literally. Not in the swear way. I promise. I haven't thought about God in quite some time. It's been years, really. I've gone to church, but I can honestly say that I haven't prayed in over four years. I have this, somewhat loose, spiritual connection. I know He exists, but I'm not entirely sure where my life comes in here, and how deep our "relationship" is, or can be. I just don't have the time or energy to think about it too much. I mean, life in and of itself is so damn distracting and confusing and then thinking about God and that whole other life beyond life makes makes my head spin just a little. Maybe this makes me a "weak" Christian? I have the faith, but I don't want to make any effort beyond that faith. I don't want to think about how I'm going to need to alter some areas of my life in order to coincide with what it means to be a "good" Christian. Maybe it just isn't my time. Okay, so God. Just sit tight and relax for now. I think I'm getting there, but it's going to take some time.
So what do cigarettes have to do with God? They are just one reason why I know He exists. Oh, how I love cigarettes. Thank you God, really, thanks. I could not be here in Chicago, trying to get everything done, without the reprieve of a smoke break. Cancerous...maybe. Wonderful, I think yes.
As for summer? HURRY THE FUCK UP.
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