A Half Heart

I don't know what an entire heart would look like. Entire: adj. Not lacking in parts/characteristics. All the hearts I've seen have been artificial or dead. So, what's a real wholesome heart? One that beats, praises, hurts, and the whole chalupa. I want to see a real heart.

I ask Jesus many questions. A lot of times I think I make up my own answers, but somewhere sometime I heard someone say, "It's not about getting a directly audible answer, it's about knowing what Jesus did and following it." That shook up all the cells I relied on for knowing and sensing; loving. My heart felt relief. Hey Jesus, all I have to do is know you?

Watching a friend smile and laugh is a fun activity. When friend becomes a plural noun, you bet the rocket-ship is doing space flips (in this case, that would be an awesomely thing, not deadly.)

I had mole (with an accent on the 'e') for the first time in mi vida today. Yum yum. Thanks, Jo-Jo.

Feeling like you've got nothing to do? Feeling like you've got no motivation to do what you're supposed to be doing? I have a solution! Pray! For what? Nations, people (yes, that could be yo mama), pets, forgiveness, healing, joy, you name it! You coin it. Note: if you do decide to coin it, please do not be angry when it is not taken at your local market.

I decided not to sleep tonight. It is the last night of my freshman adventure in the Jester dormitory, so why not try to pry open my dead-bolted windows again? What is the harm in a little sprummer wind?

My toenails are still bright apple green... I have mixed feelings about them. On one hand (or should I say feet?) they are alive with color, but on the other, I feel like my toes are indifferent to the color. The thought is not too bothersome, but still a fiddling.

I saw a banana holder at Sarah's house today. What happens if you only have one banana left? Solution: banana hammock.

Fill in the blank.
It's ok to c_y.
(Hint: it flows)

I'm bringing your sweater Felix. Febrezed it to get rid of up to 75% of Airborne Allergens that have hidden in the fabric before you become airborne on Monday. (I think 'febreze' is an onomatopoeia.) Thank you for lending it to me!