So I was going to do a post on good vs evil, the existence of God and Satan, how you can be a scientist and a Christian while also touching on different points of what exactly is faith.
Yeah, that's all gone out of my head because poetry pants guy walked past me on my way to the copier.
Dudes, he's taller than I am. And not like a little bit taller. Like TALLER taller! Now you're thinking, "Lady, you're Chinese. How freaking tall are YOU? I mean, don't you need a step stool to touch the top of your own head?"
To that I say, NAY! NAY TO YOU!
Yes, I'm in a goofy mood. Thinking about belief and faith does that to me. PLUS HE'S TALL!
And yeah, I can stop feeling bad about ogling him. He's got to be closer to my age than I thought originally.