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Monday, April 6, 2009
[ my re-churching ]

yesterday was palm sunday.
it was also my first time going to church in 8 months.
before you judge me, i always wanted to go but i had no idea there were masses in english!
i seriously thought it was all swedish.
but i probably should have checked up on that ages ago.
so yes. my fault. but at least i know now.
anyway before mass started, the altar boy came up to me and asked me to read the prayers of the faithful in front.
and being the asshole that i am, i said "no thanks, i'm shy".
i regretted it straight away, and i still feel bad!
my first 5 minutes there after so long, and already i was denying service to the church.
tsk.
hello would you like to help the church. NO THANKS I'M SHY.
one word.

ASS.

forgive me father, for i'm an ass.
i decided today, that if they ask me anything like that again, not that they will, i would gladly go.

x

Jill 3:12 AM .: 3 comments :.


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who. jill symons
when. 30th october
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