It’s Wednesday night, at CRU…
I’m sitting there in the dark, in his not-running car, just talking… I’m thinking, Am I not hinting enough? Have I not given enough clues? At the end of the conversation, I actually say to guy who I like very much so, “Well, I gotta go because my cheeks are burning...
I dunno… It’s something.
Today was my pastor’s last day serving at my church. I sat in the theater, alone and in my regular spot where there’s a short piece of railing available for resting one’s feet. I dressed as I normally do–completely casual. The day I heard my pastor was leaving, nearly two months ago,...
I am Vanilla Flavoured.
I am one of the most popular flavours in the world. Subtle and smooth, I go reasonably with anyone, and rarely do anything to offend. I can be expected to be blending in in society. What Flavour Are You?
