Sunday, January 28, 2007

13 Years of Catholic School and Nothing to Show For It

Ok, maybe not "nothing". There is the six years of Latin, and the memories of the nuns in their lace up black crepe soled shoes with their hairy lips and their red pens. My Catholic rearing mostly left me confused, and my confusion manifests itself into endless mocking of the beliefs my parents chose for me.

"Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big one on me."
A Concept Self-Conceived
Robert Frost


Anonymous said...

Nice Begining!

Anonymous said...

I would not say nothing....heck you quoted R. Frost for goodness sakes. I went to R. Frost jr high and I almost never quote him. And about the nun thing I got all the ones that decided to come out as lesbian man haters and take out their frustrations on us in the Los Angeles Unified Skoo was hell

by the way this is goldringer

Double C said...

Big Game = No Game!

You need to get your blog on!!!

Gold Ringer

Double C said...


Change your settings so that all can comment if they choose to.