Fuck off I'm a ...

Hairy woman? Well no, but I am a hairy man, generally. I'm also relatively fat, ugly and also balding, to my dismay. And yes, I understand that somewhat contradicts my first line. But you know what? I'm just me, and in he eyes of the Lord, I am perfect. For I am made by Him, in his image, made perfectly for what I'm meant to do in life. Or so that's what they told me at the Church Of Rock last night. Was an interesting experience for me, and those that know me well will agree with the fact that I'm a very tolerant person and will listen to anyone. But I draw the line with accepting that fact that Jesus 'breathed in me'. He died for my sins too apparently. Good for him. Kudos. I didn't go for the religious aspect. I really enjoyed myself actually, it was an experience to say the least. I'd suggest anyone to give it a try, Zac's Place (George Street - round the corner from that huuuge run down church on St. Helens road - looks like a pub) Tuesday evenings 7:30-9:30pm ish. It's a great place, they have a big stage where they hold gigs and theatre shows and they also display some very cool art too. In the mornings they act as a sanctuary where they give tea/coffee etc. to the homeless, and they have a soup kitchen on thursday evenings. Anyways, I'm going off point here. Actually I don't have a point, so I'll keep going. They hold drama groups and crap too....

Yeah, so. Go to Church!!

They swear, drink alcohol (in order to make room for the stage they moved the pulpit and it's now the bar) and make you feel really chillaxed. They're all alternative/biker people and it's rather fun.

Anyways, that's all for now. Ciao. xx