Ha. That reminds me when I was thinking about the Dyke march I went to ages ago and there were these Mormon dudes behind me. One of which had some beautiful blue eyes.

They were so pretty. Dudes were like, we’ll tell you about Mormonism. I hate having people in my apartment though, so we never did get to talk and mostly I would have just asked them about OSC or admired the fellow’s really nice eyes.

I don’t want to be a Mormon.

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The other day, a few Mormon girls came knocking on my door while I waited for the UPS man.  I invited them inside, mostly because I was lonely, and I let them sell me their religion for a while.  At one point, one of the girls asked me about what fueled my distaste for organized religion and I couldn’t answer her on the spot.  I mostly shrugged it off and they left unsuccessful in their attempts of converting me to Mormonism. 

Today, I was taking photos of all the frozen things outside and I found this postcard on the floorboard of my car.  I suppose, honestly, that’s my issue.  You guys have Postcards — and they’re directed at the already weak.