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*facepalm* I am such a doofus. I'm like the Queen of Doofuses. If I've defriended you in the past couple of days for no apparent reason, just poke me to refriend you because apparently I don't cope well with LJ changing their 'edit friends' page unexpectedly. Stupid little ticky boxes.

My karma ran over your dogma.

Sitting around the kitchen table with some flatmates:

Religious Fresher: *puts some postcards down on the table*
M: What's that?
Religious Fresher: Oh, just some church postcards. For the Easter services in case you know, you wanted to come along and find out what Easter's all about.
The other three of us: ...
Me: ...Easter's about chocolate.


I have been good. All year I've not said a word about religion, complained about the endless stream of Christians holding tea parties in our kitchen or, in any way, used my favourite joke about me worrying I'll burst into flames every time I set foot in a church. But if she so much as thinks of trying to push us churchwards, I will buy and wear that "I found Jesus: he was behind the sofa the whole time" t-shirt I've wanted forever. Wear it *all the time*.

She gave S a photocopied thing about 'what being a Christian means to me' too. It is a seriously depressing day when I'm getting preached at in my own flat. Honestly.

Maybe I should leave a copy of The Satanic Bible on the table. To make a point.