Friday, May 2, 2014
Proud to be gullible and flammable.
Proud of my hunger. It doesn't scratch my back but it knows what it's doing.
Proud mistakenly but absent-mindedly.
Proud of an unbiased priest who preaches in his birthday suit.
Proud in the pregnant sense of the word.
Proud of the out-there steps of my toenails.
Proud of sweet cherry baby Jesus with his kissy lips so rosy, even though I'm kookier than Cornelius the Centurion.