I didn't hate it. I sort of loved it. Don't judge.
But you CAN make fun of me for forcing my mother to dig out my rosary beads and prayer book from my First Communion so I can keep them with me always. THAT you can totally make fun of. Oh, and when my friend (hi, S) told me I looked different today, I told her that it was because the light of God was now within me and she vomited, you can make fun of that, too.
But it IS! I'm being fresh, but really, it made me feel good to go so I may keep going.
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