I woke up wearing all black, and realizing it was Good Friday, I wasn't sure whether it would be more appropriate to wear black (since Jesus dies on the cross), or to wear colorful Easter colors. I went with colorful, because black means emo to me, not mourning. When I look in the mirror and see all this color I'll say, "Why am I wearing this? Because Jesus died for my sins!"
I had to slap it on my own back. Jim wouldn't help me because he was jealous. And I had to take my own picture because it grosses Will and Steve out.
Again, my brothers wouldn't help me, so Fishy and I were on our own.
Fishy is there in the left corner walking away.
Nevertheless, it seemed appropriate.
Have a blessed day. Remember our Lord.
We're watching The Passion of the Christ tonight so I'll probably cry.
Who knows what tomorrow will hold... 4Square maybe?
(P.S. I am now on Twitter!)