Oh dear

My house!

I am ALMOST all moved in. I just have some small things to put away, and then I will be all done. Its a nice little house. It has its quirks, like any house. For example, the bedroom light switch is over my bed. You have to climb on it to turn on the lights, and all of the outlets are at chest level. Seriously? Otherwise, it is really cute. I will post more pictures tomorrow! yay!

Anyways, on to the good stuff. My neighbors.

My neighbors want to save me. My Dad, bless his heart, made friends with the old people across the street because he needed a saw to get into my drive way. They are 'good Christian people" who attend one of 2 Baptist churches in town. I have no problem with people who are religious. Be religious all you want, just don't... wave it in my face like a candy bar that is infested with bugs. I don't know if I believe in God. I believe in something, maybe, but an all seeing, all powerful, send me to Hell because I did what? Had premarital sex? Stole laundry detergent?

No. I don't.

I have my thoughts on everything, and could rant about it for a very long time, but I'm getting side tracked. All done. So my Dad told them I would go to church with them on Sunday. Me. In a church, not being paid. A Baptist church. They go twice!!!! on Sunday. Fuck that. I will go once, maybe. I really can't avoid not going to church, not here, but I won't go to the baptist churches.

So I spent the day putting things away, and around 5, she comes over and asks me to dinner. I couldn't really refuse, so we had cornbread and jelly, with applesauce, and then they taught me how to play mexican train (a dominoes game) and crazy rummy. I was there until 10. They asked about my life, and boyfriends and stuff like that and said if I ever had any male friends visit, they could stay with them so I don't compromise myself.
Ummm.... no thanks. Anyway, I am tired, and going to lay in bed, maybe think about why I should 'save' myself.