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  • I'm all alone in chat, and I'm scared I might molest myself if I'm left all alone for too long.
    So, I was walking as fast as I could because of the cold. My neighbor spotted me and she decided today -- of all days! -- would be an excellent day to get into a long outdoor conversation with me. I don't know how she could stand it! I was freezing!
    Let's do it then! I'll meet you halfway through the walk at the icicle covered police officer directing traffic on the corner of "Frozen" and "Hell" streets.

    Seriously, I think I'll go for a fast paced 15 minute walk now -- before I talk myself out of it. See you in a bit?
    OK! But we might need more than ten minutes today. It's cold out there. Real cold. We've got to psyche ourselves up for this walk. Think how better you'll feel once your fingers go numb and you can no longer feel how cold they are! That kind of psyching up works every time.
    Indeed! That and the naps. At least, I get to take naps.

    I'm going to log off to paint. Have fun!
    Me too!

    I spent most of the night painting. I got up early so I could paint again. But so far, I've been awake an hour and all I'm doing is stumbling around half-dazed.
    I've spent my entire life reading about you English and your detestable habit of changing the world -- alarmingly for the better, in so many cases (although it seems you did muck up a bit, too). It would only be fair if I could someday visit where it all started.

    You know, about mountains, rivers, and wildlife. It's kind of strange, but that's where my spirit lives, even more than in this city. I can't imagine living too far from those places nowadays. It's the closest I get to a so-called spiritual life.
    Just a business call. I dearly hope to get a certain business issue resolved today. But of course, I'll probably just be left hanging, as usual. That's the way it always goes, right?

    You know, the thought's occurred to me that, if I had the money, I'd like to travel to the UK and visit all the historic places I've read about in the books. You know, places like the oldest pub in the world, with the oldest stale food, and that sort of thing. We just don't have that kind of thing here.
    That's alright. Later, then. All I'm up to today is waiting on a phone call. Everything kind of depends on how that call goes.
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