I now have hair almost down to my shoulders and a goatee.
I look so evil now.
would someone still mistake you for a witness?
I now have hair almost down to my shoulders and a goatee.
I look so evil now.
and i am in my office by myself.
the person that we hired just faxed over a letter letting us know that she will no longer be working for us (and can we please mail her her paycheck?).
it is a slow day, and i have nothing to do and none to talk to.
Aren't you off work yet?
and i am in my office by myself.
the person that we hired just faxed over a letter letting us know that she will no longer be working for us (and can we please mail her her paycheck?).
it is a slow day, and i have nothing to do and none to talk to.
Not only that but all the implied rules. "You really shouldn't visit other congregations for the purpose of meeting someone." "Assemblies are for spiritual food, not meeting somebody." "You just got babtized, you should be trying to estabish your relationship with Jehovah, not some girl."
and i am in my office by myself.
the person that we hired just faxed over a letter letting us know that she will no longer be working for us (and can we please mail her her paycheck?).
it is a slow day, and i have nothing to do and none to talk to.
On this site, yes. On the myspace ex-jw group, I posted it on the "say something about yourself" page.
and i am in my office by myself.
the person that we hired just faxed over a letter letting us know that she will no longer be working for us (and can we please mail her her paycheck?).
it is a slow day, and i have nothing to do and none to talk to.
Hello All,
My mom became a witness when I was around 5. She eventually married a man who would become the High Inquisitor Elder in our congregation. Not too long after they were married, they decided that the congregation here in California wasn't receiving enough of God's holy spirit so we moved to "where the need was great" in Utah. I was moved away from all my other relatives at the age of 8 to then live in isolation for the next 11 years. All through high school, I was the only witness in the whole school, always told how I was to set a good example to all those pagan Mormons and how it was my own private territory in which too preach. Eventually it was found out that my step-dad was a paranoid schizophrenic after he went on his grand inquisition. He was getting messages from Jesus that my mom was having sex with my 4 year old brother and was told to kill her(much, much more to the story here). When I finally moved out and back to California I eventually got babtized when I was about 19. Got disfellowshipped after having sex with my girlfriend, she was the smart one and DA'ed herself and moved on, I was the stupid one and got myself reinstated, almost two years later. For 2 years I didn't talk too anyone(except for my "worldly" grandparents), I went to almost every meeting but I wouldn't beg to be reinstated, the elders finally just told me that they were going to reinstate me. For several years after that, all was good but eventually I just got bored with it all, the same topics at the meetings year after year. Eventually any friends that I had got married and I was the single guy always left out and easily forgotten. I had to do something or I might have killed myself. When I made the decision too leave about 11 years ago, I fully thought that I was going to die at armageddon. Since that time I took some college classes that got me thinking about what I had always thought of as fact. When I got a computer a few years ago, I read somewhere about Ray Franz's Crisis of Conscience book and ordered a copy, that was also a great eye opener. "Happy is the man conscious of their spiritual need", I am no longer a religious person at all, I don't feel the need to have any connection to any higher power, but I've never felt better.
Hey, I did it. This needs to be edited and expanded but here is a start.
and i am in my office by myself.
the person that we hired just faxed over a letter letting us know that she will no longer be working for us (and can we please mail her her paycheck?).
it is a slow day, and i have nothing to do and none to talk to.
Shoes are part of the whole ensemble. If I spent a 10 minutes putting on my knee high laced up boots I might not want to spend all night taking them off again. And, uhmmm....I might be wearing my worn out socks with all the holes in them underneath.
and i am in my office by myself.
the person that we hired just faxed over a letter letting us know that she will no longer be working for us (and can we please mail her her paycheck?).
it is a slow day, and i have nothing to do and none to talk to.
I hate the whole "take off your shoes" thing. Did you ever see the Curb Your Enthusiam episode about that? I've tried to cut and paste a long write-up I did about myself on a myspace group for you to read but I haven't been able to.
we as humans have this unique ability to learn from mistakes, and comprehend the significances and results of bad decisions.
and we can retain that information for later use, as we're blessed with a concept of time and cause-effect.. i really wish cats had the same, as my cat has been yelping to go out, then come back in, every 5 minutes or so.
it's freezing cold out and raining and once he's out, he wants back in.
If only my snakes had the memory of cats. They are even worse at doing the same dumb thing over and over again.
and i am in my office by myself.
the person that we hired just faxed over a letter letting us know that she will no longer be working for us (and can we please mail her her paycheck?).
it is a slow day, and i have nothing to do and none to talk to.
And working until 8? shouldn't you be at the book study?
and i am in my office by myself.
the person that we hired just faxed over a letter letting us know that she will no longer be working for us (and can we please mail her her paycheck?).
it is a slow day, and i have nothing to do and none to talk to.
My aunt got me scared of earwigs when I was 4. She told me they crawled in your ears and ate your brains.