Have you ever talked to someone who seemed agitated / annoyed / unnerved, and they called you goofy, offered no explanation, and then said goodbye? I just did. Rather unsettling, if you ask me. Seriously, what is a ‘goofy’ guy like me supposed to think about things like that? Am I retard goofy? Stupid goofy? Funny goofy? Goofy for what reason? Jeez, throw me a bone here.

I realized even more fully today that I go to church not for myself, but to please my mother. That, however, is kind of good, though; going to church guarantees me a place to sleep. That’s nice, but church sucks ass.