| Date: 2005-04-02 11:27 p.m. Yesterday I walked into the living room where my Catholic roommate was watching the coverage of the Pope. For some reason that is beyond me, I asked him, "Is the Pope dead yet?" The silence combined with the frown on his face said, “Not only do I hate you Casey, but God hates you too!” The thing is...I don't remember intending to say that. It just came out that way. It's almost like...if I'm not an asshole for a certain period of time, there's something in me that forces it out. Like some type of animal that takes control of me for a while so I can um...deliver my daily dose of assholishness to the world? |
