Sunday, October 24, 2004 // 8:15 PM

dear Lord:

thank You that my shoes were stolen, and not somebody else's, somebody who might never have stolen a single thing in her life and would therefore probably deserve it a lot less. than i do.

thank You that my shoes were stolen from me and not someone like fong, who seems to be getting a lot more outraged about it than i sincerely am.

thank You that my shoes were stolen, and not someone else's who might not be able to afford another pair of shoes for a very long time.

thank You that my shoes were stolen, and that michael's bike was stolen, because they were painful but effective ways of getting me to learn an important lesson. thank you, because i am weak and i need those lessons, and without them i might still be someone who feels no qualms about stealing, and other things, today.

thank You that my shoes were stolen, and it was not me who was stealing someone's shoes, or anything else.

thank You because the shoes that were stolen were brand new and that meant that i didnt have the time to get emotionally attached to them, which is all that matters to me, really, in a bigger scale of things.

in the biggest scale of things, thank You that some things can never be stolen.




in Jesus' name

scuffy ol eleanor.