So, the free car shit the proverbial bed. And how funny funny is it that the boy i like has recently found jesus his lord and savior. So, i was all like asking pointed yet subtle questions (as i'm holding myself down from running screaming) to find out what flavor of Christian he thinks he may be. Hold my hand for this one. Evangelical. I think, right? He said he believes the bible like literally and the second coming and those other fun time bedtime stories. Weee. Fun huh? Isn't religion such a feel good funtime thing? So the answer becomes the question. Can you judge a guy for having burnt orange (the U of TX color) as the only color in his house AND listens to country music in the shower? Yes, ladies, yes you can. Because, i'm the type of gal who doesn't want to be shallow. I don't want to cut someone off becuase they eat canned chicken, shave their nuts, drive a white camaro, or have a closet full of texas themed tshirts on hangers. Y'all feel me? But these things that make you cringe or giggle or might be slightly endearing in the dark are clues to a more symptomatic, overriding problem that runs deep as the day is long.

"So i go on the website and go 'what was i thinking? who is this person'" -Kelly

All of our dads are assholes, by the way. The cokehead serial baby maker, the crackhead in the van, the suicidal drunk. Abandoners. That should be the band name. Although, i'm still partial to Ricky.