It is time to check in my libido and grab a wimple.
I don’t think I can do this, I just haven’t got what it takes. It is time to check in my libido and grab a wimple. That’s it I’m done, am converting to Catholicism and running, not walking, jogging, nor sprinting but full on gallop to the nearest convent, where I intend to live as a nun. And not one of those progressive “we play around with each other and the unicorn looking goat and/or candelabra either” but the; we don’t do anything to anything on pain of continuous flagellation nuns.
I know it was short and sweet, but I am not cut out for it – so I’ll simply bow out gracefully and pretend that I have always been walking the path of enlightenment.
That is, unless… maybe, that cute guy, you know the one who works at that place you know down the street, we saw him at that thing a while back. You think he’d wanna go out? Maybe get a cup of coffe? I could put off the nunnery for a couple days, maybe.
