Is miscellaneous Sunday booty any worse than nudies on a Magic City Monday? Probably not. It's weird how we attach special sanctification to certain days of the week, like it will stop us from bringing hell closer to our feet.
After being a heathen most of the weekend does it really matter if I pick just one day not to be the Weeknd? Even while I’m speaking, some are sacrificing the morning just to get back to creeping in the evening. I guess it does do some good, but who are we kidding?
Maybe it’s just me, but if I’m planning to pick up where I left off after service I feel like my brief “sabbatical” is worthless... so I'll either have to fully stop or fully embrace my curses. I'm not about to play these reindeer games, so please pass me the twinny twin twin if I'm about to sinny sin sin because the way my struggle is set up I'll have the same dire consequences in the end.
"Do it big then."
I'm extreme even in moderation, so there's hardly any room for negotiation... and so ends my sinsational vacation. Today I've decided to go cold turkey before Janet really jerks me. If I'm honest, I only restarted because someone really hurt me.
Yet it was the guilt of a pending Sunday service that made me come to my senses, and I assure you none of it was pleasurable. I think when you know better the shame is quite measurable. So for all those who still feel an ounce of indecency when you look at something completely filthy.
No porn on Sundays... you can keep that between you and me.