me: hey, do you remember that time i told you that i would go anywhere and do anything just as long as you were with me?
God: i think about it everyday.
me: huh. right. well, i was wondering if maybe we could amend that a little bit.
God: what do you mean?
me: well, instead of it just being you that goes with me, maybe it could be you and my friends, or you and my couch or something like that.
God: is my love not enough for you?
me: honestly? not really. i mean i cant see you, or feel you, we dont even actually talk; this is just a literary device i made to illustrate points about you.
God: and its a good one.
me: thank you, but the point is that there are times when i want something more, uhm, tangible.
God: is this about colorado?
me: yeah i guess it is, i'm not so keen on the idea of picking up everything (again) and moving to some town where i dont know anybody (again) and starting all over. i mean this would make the third time i have done this sort of thing (fourth, if you count me moving with my parents at the start of my senior year.) i just dont want to be alone again.
God: hmm, well you know i am not going to tell you to go to colorado, i'm not even going to make you do good on your promise, i love you that much. you are free to do whatever you want. you do know that moving up there would...
me: yeah, yeah, it would be the best thing for me.
God: so?
me: well, i guess i'm going to colorado.
God: i'm proud of you i think you made a good choice
me: hmmm
God: you dont agree?
me: i just hope you know what you are doing.
God: me too
me: funny
God: yeah, i didnt think there were enough jokes in this entry. one thing i always told moses was 'moe, your too serious you'll lose your audiance if you dont lighten up a bit and throw some good jokes in there.'
me: what did he do?
God: he thought about it, but in the end he decided to take the more violent route. you know, shock them by throwing things, hitting rocks, calling down plagues, that kind of thing.
me: i see
God: yep, hey you cant think of a way to end this entry can you?
me: i have no idea what to do. any advice?
God: you can always do my son's big finish, you know, the way he always liked to end speeches and such.
me: good idea, do i just say it?
God: just say it.
me: well,...ahem...amen.
God: amen.
8:57 p.m. - 2004-02-08
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