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 Jeazus loves me, yes I know, for the voices tell me so...
 So I walk and sing along, and I scream this Jeazus song...
 At anyone who'll possibly listen.

        Urgh, I dislike religion.  I deeply dislike discussing religion.  So
 please pardon me.  My mom is Roman Catholic.  My step-father's father is a
 pastor, a born again.  My boyfriend's family is a Jehovah Witness, and I
 don't know how the hell I always wind up in the middle of this.  Because I'm
 none of these, I believe in not just _A_ god, and I don't necessarily agree
 with what any of them preach.

        Urgh, fuck.  The she-bears mauling the small children because they
 laughed at the monk's bald head in particular.  Ya see there's this guy next
 to me, right now as I type this, and he mentions Jesus because I mention the
 "One Fine Morning" piece to him and my intense hatred towards the bible
 study group.

        "Too bad there's not an easier way for you to accept Jesus."

        Sounds like a fucking book of Mormon commercial.  Like the one with
 the little girl on the internet looking for god, oh yea... you'll find him
 there, but whew, better watch where ya step on the way there.

        I don't want to accept Jesus!  I've had enough Jesus!  He's my
 fricken roommate the way it feels sometimes.

        "Hey Jesus..."

        Jesus is just chilling out watching TV. "Hey Michelle, you want to
 accept me as your personal savior yet?" >click<

        "Nope, just came in to grab an orange soda and feed the rabbit before
 he pisses on the desk ya know."

        "Ah... cool, cool." >click<

        Thank you Mr. Dead Roman Catholic Priest that happened to put that
 image of Jesus moving in to live in the inside of my skull when I was seven
 years old.  Slept with a pillow over my head for a good long time.

        We have this guy at work, he's an ex-rec drug user, high on life and
 down on religion -- as one of the more sickened voices in the back of my
 head puts it.  He looks at our artwork and starts preaching.  He looks at
 one of my friends/coworkers who happens to be Buddhist and starts preaching.
 He realizes he's working at a fucking movie theater that caters to alternate
 lifestyles (Loved The Closet, really wasn't to fond of Big Eden, personally)
 and the first two guys he sees kissing, he - yep - the preaching shit again.
 
        Ah well, at most I'll put up with it.  I'm considering leaving el
 five fourty a fucking hour and try working at a book store.  Maybe than I
 won't be reminded of my dislikes of at least that punk at work.

        But still, yippee-fucking-skipee.  That and he cleans his bike during
 a walk in in the goddamn concession stand.  Urgh, thank you, whoever/
 whatever-happens-to-be-up-there, that I don't work the evening shift with
 that little punk!  I'm sorry.  But thank you.

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