Ventilation

Pre-conference venting...

But really it has nothing to do with the conference and has everything to do with mr. jones. How can i like someone so much who doesn't like himself a bit? A puzzle, indeed.

Darn it! I distinctly see a resemblance between my relationship with Mr. God (he oughtta be a man, no woman will run the universe this haphazardly or not pick up after themselves!) and my relationship with mr. jones (aka r..., not to be confused with R, lol, sorry i come from math, we use same symbols for things different, and vice-versa).

Much as i would like to believe in god, i can't. He hasn't proven himself to me. Indeed he failed me over and over, especially, when i needed to believe in him the most. So guess what, i have forsaken him. But i didn't forget.

Man, that was some confession!

Hmm.

That hmm needed a whole line and then some. Ah, feeling pensive and lost.

But tomorrow i shall rise again. I will go about my work just as usual, greet my conference guests and deliver my speech just as perfect. The usual roar. And no, you won't ever see me retreat. We don't lick our wounds my dear and we don't retreat. We are proud ones, us Leos, we stand up and fight till our last breath.

So, wound me up, mr jones, and watch me fight!

You too, God.