so i've been thinking lately about how little i think of god. i always say that i should be walking in this truth of who says that i am. but for whatever reason i repeatedly don't do it. i don't know if i'm afraid to or if it's my "flesh" or if i'm even just selfish. but i need to do something. i need to move. i dare me. (get it? get it? - dare you to move...?). anyways, if i believe that god is who he says he is, i'd move. i'd walk with him as my guide. completely and utterly useless without his guidance. i'd be a spiritual toucan sam. living by the spirit instead of societal standards and should do's.

side note: i sometimes feel intuition, premonitions, etc are the spirit poking through our reality. i haven't completely thought it through yet. but it's like the spirit touches your mind for just an instant and leaves you reeling as to what's just happened as if to communicate that it is really there. it's not a figment of the imagination. it's not just a thing people have made up.

i am craving cheezits so badly right now.

also, gave the pastor guy my myspace account. we'll see if he keeps emailing me. if he doesn't (which i don't think he will) then maybe i'll change my mind about dating pastors. i'll keep you updated.