...but because I insisted on eating Count Chocula for breakfast every morning.
She took me right to Church and had me straightened out.
I started wearing Abercrombie and Fitch and stopped kissing girls. My life has never been so good. I'm engaged to my high school sweetheart, and he and I are getting married next spring, right before he ships off.
Excuse me, I have to get off the computer and go with my parents to the country club now.
*finishes her diet coke*
-- redstapler; in response to that stupid Catholic Goth-meme thing here