Anberlin is possibly the only band that I can listen to and forget that they are “Christian Rock” or whatever the genre is these days.
That sounds bad. It’s probably meant to.
Once I stopped at the Owatonna Hy-Vee. I needed some tissues, so I stopped to pee and get some, as well as a soda. An hour later the Iowa State Patrol turned on their lights and hailed me down.
I need to watch Mean Girls again, apparently, because after three times this month, the Carolin Kraft morality message still doesn’t seem to have sunken in.
We’re back to one to two sentence paragraphs I see. And three word sentences. Great.
Every time I start writing one of these I feel like I have enough content for even Severus Snape’s nastiest parchment length requirement. Then I start typing, and it all goes downhill.
I got to find out what sitting in the front seat of a patrol car was like that day. I also got to keep my very own paper copy of an official warning from the State of Iowa.
This post is not turning out how I thought it would. But maybe things are better that way.
I don’t know how it was supposed to turn out anyway.
When there are problems in the world, there are two kinds of people.
There are the people who sit around and figure out what these problems are, and they talk and they write about them and what needs to be done to fix them, and they tell the world what’s wrong.
Then there are the sorts of people who are actually out doing things to make a difference. Who fix the problems.
I just want to fix the world.
But first I need to fix myself.
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