And So I Reflect

Are you there, God? It's me, Ryan.

I'm sitting next to Eva Longoria at the 12th Annual Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, watching boobies bounce up and down the stage, over and over again.

And yet, I have no desire to feel the touch of a woman's flesh. No desire to motor-boat. I do, however, feel compelled to put up some window sconces fashioned after the pattern of Heidi Klum's outfit.

My closet is wonderous and full of sharp outfits and shiny shoes, but living in here is becoming lonely.

Should I come out of the closet? Is it time?

Thanks for your time, God. I'm going to go put some clear polish on my toenails now.

Love!! :) :)

Ryan