When I was in high school, I had several journals that I wrote in religiously. Tonight, I need one more than ever. I guess it’s a good thing that I have you guys.
Dear Flying Spaghetti Monster,
In the past week three flames I thought extinguished have come roaring back into my life. The first I thought would end up being my boyfriend. Another could never be my boyfriend, but we have fun practicing. The third, he has always made me feel… something. Not a bad kind of something, but just something that I can’t put my finger on.