i got that WORK.

so much to do. i would say so little time, but i have enough of that to do what i need to do. i just don't manage my time very well. i can admit that i don't. right now, i should be reading the first of many scholarly journals on a theoretical definition of religion. there is no clean cut, general, simplistic definition for religion. i love to read about the way that people perceive it, though. i wonder if i will ever write a scholarly paper on anything. i guess you could say that i have. i wouldn't say that i have though. my favorite paper was written overnight. i want to write a paper that took me weeks. i want to turn in a paper that i've read and edited at LEAST 5 times. i'm tired of the way that i expect things to be good without exerting any extra effort. imagine the possibilities. i'm a bum. grrr. i have to force myself to work my pootie tang off. gosh i hate typos.

i read ingredients, love raw spinach, want some cinnamon apple sauce, miss him, love them, love me most, LOVE my Lord, humbled myself by bowing down in prayer, wishes i could stay there to remind me of whats coming. i don't want to have a moment to forget, forgive me please.

i'm working on developing a sense of consistency. i want that to be a characteristic/attribute attributed to me. attach it to me, after i attach it to myself. okay i'm off. over-thinking makes me hungry. no good on a morning while fasting. long day ahead. love.