Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine
There's no easy transition. And I can't escape that I know what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. And that's why I find it hard to apologize. The thing in question isn't the thing itself. And yet an apology is due. And I don't want that to be how I open the conversation, but there's also no good transition point. "My cat hasn't done anything dickish since she clawed me... by the way, I'm sorry for acting a dick last night." I think the only thing to do is show up tonight without calling and just fuck the living shit out of my wife.