Take Me To Church

I go to church two times a year. Christmas Eve, and Easter. Why do I do this? To appease my mother. Do I like it? Not particularly. Can I space out for an hour and endure it? Yeah, pretty much so. Why don't I like it or go on my own? Ummm- #1) It's too early. I am a lazy ass mother fucker that can't seem to get anything done before noon. Catch me after midnight though, and I can make some shit happen. #2) I'm not religious. (Sorry Jesus- no offense). I don't really label myself as an atheist- but that's probably the label that I identify with most. How does my mother feel about this? Let's just not talk about that. I do miss the easter egg hunts, though. WTF happened to the easter egg hunts? When did I become too old for the easter egg hunts? I don't wanna eat the crazy colored rotten eggs or the smushed milk chocolate bunnies... it's not that. I just love to compete for getting them all. And it shaves a little time off the church experience... maybe??

I am simply not the child/ adult my mother wanted me to be. But a more important and pressing situation I have going on is: WTF am I going to wear to church on Sunday?? And how many alarms do I need to set to be sure I get there on time?? Ugh. Says a little bit about my current life though... Perhaps hoodies and sweats do not need to be worn on a 24/7 basis- and perhaps I should learn how to curtail my vampire up all night ways.