I'm just sayin'
Miss Stephanie
Regardless of my feelings on people trying to collect money from my friends by way of MY CELL PHONE, I don't think that gay men should work in the collections field. They don't sound tough or intimidating, they just sound pissy. And really, who wants to call back a pissy gay man?

I think I'm going to petition the check cashing place to bring back that Valerie girl. At least I didn't mind taking her messages. Of course, I already told them that the person they're calling for is my roommate, and if he doesn't answer the house phone, he's probably not home, so calling MY CELL PHONE isn't going to get them anywhere. Stupid fuckers. Bah.
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Miss Stephanie
I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe we can choose our paths
That we can walk them, me and you
So keep those candles burning
Make her journey bright and pure
That she'll keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
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