Dare to dream
May. 27th, 2006 03:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starzkiNot for the first time I woke up this morning to the sound of heavy things being dropped from high places and the stomping of large and (I'm assuming) unattractive feet at a very, very early hour. But there was a difference. This morning, along with the usual annoying cacophony was the distinct sound of furniture being dragged around.
Again, not for the first time, I was homicidally enraged at my upstairs neighbor. That is, however, until I looked out of my window and saw a moving van!
Can it be that my prayers were answered?
Since I appealed to both sides, either God loves me as much as Sunday school said he did or I owe a significant portion of my soul to Satan.
In either case, it would be totally worth it if she's gone from my life forever.
Again, not for the first time, I was homicidally enraged at my upstairs neighbor. That is, however, until I looked out of my window and saw a moving van!
Can it be that my prayers were answered?
Since I appealed to both sides, either God loves me as much as Sunday school said he did or I owe a significant portion of my soul to Satan.
In either case, it would be totally worth it if she's gone from my life forever.
