“Portal of the world’s salvation
lo, a Virgin pure and mild,
humble-hearted, high in station,
form of beauty undefiled,
crown of earth’s anticipation,
comes the Mother-maid with child.”
Porn/sex obsession/lust/sex addiction is just a sign of loneliness and that soul has been wounded chasing after things which cannot make one whole. Let us not think these people are beyond redemption for God has made great Saints out of sinners through his grace and mercy, his love--through their repentance.
(I had two small joints, an edible, two shots, two drinks)
Fuck I hate karaoke (some folks kept insisting I do it)
Fuck I love Charles Leclerc (so much!)
Maybe I should get 16 tattooed on my ankle (I was feeling real big Charles fan girl energy)
Leonardo di capro is a groomer (we had to explain to someone the correlation between Leo and his dates under 25 years)
My bff’s house is my dream house. Small. At home. Many rooms INCLUDING A LOFT. A loft for sleeping?! Hell yes. Bucky and I could raise our 6 kids here…. (Girl no, that house is too small for an imaginary family of 8)
Romans 8:18 (idk what I was thinking…?)
The later stages of being high are basically memory care pt simulator (yep…)
I got this. (A storm cloud bc I’m from the Midwest where storms are common and that life has storms and storms will pass. It was between this or pikachu)
Pierre is such a cute French boy. I want him to take me to the lavender fields of Provence France. I want Charles to show me around Monaco. I want to smoke a blunt with Max Verstappen. I want Carlos to show me around Spain. I want to suduce all three of these boys into paying off my student debt (just CRB thinking about her F1 men)
So a life update before I start. I got a new job. Started my second week this week. It’s at a Catholic nursing home. I’m the receptionist/concierge. All the management is cool and chill and the residents are really sweet and it’s just a chill atmosphere. There’s birds and a giant fish tank and I get to feed them and take care of them I love it. I do miss the drama of healthcare but if this is where God wants me, I’ll take it. Plus my anthropology brain can deep dive into some topics. I saw a cool photo from the Edwardian period in a resident’s room and I wanted to look at it closer and really see it but I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.
I have so much downtime now and I’m finding myself thinking more and more about my current hyper fixation, Formula 1. Well mostly the drivers.
I mentioned in a previous post that I have a fantasy where Charles Leclerc falls in love with me and I leave everything and Dwight and I move to Monaco to live happily ever after with Charles.
(Charles is into girls half my size and flawless, highly doubt he’d be into me an American catholic neurodivergent lady from the Midwest 😅😅😅)
But like I can’t stop thinking about him and Pierre Gasly and sometimes Carlos. Sometimes Max too.
But it’s usually my Monegasque (Charles) that is wondering around my mind. Heck I prayed for him before his unfortunate race on Sunday and I’m still praying for a victory now.
It’s like I’m in middle school again. Like this can’t be healthy but like I’m so bored.
Why do I care about these guys that do t know I exist? Why do I get sad when something bad happens to them? Like poor Charles getting DQ’d after Sunday’s race and screwed over by Ferrari. Am I just a super fan?
Plus a good portion of my instagram feed is F1. So like I can’t get away.
Plus ever since I saw Pierre in a Mahomes jersey my interest has peaked in him. Then of course I saw him in my dream. He is French and a KC chiefs fan? Hell yeah.
Turns out a couple of Chiefs players are Alpine investors so that is probably why…but hey KC is still my hometown and I love my hometown.
What is with me a French/Monegasque boys lately? The two are lovable dorks that are around my age and I am a fan of French/Monegasque culture.