Hi. I'm Leslie, it's nice to meet you.

…is awkward. That is all.

I’m a fairly new believer. I’ve always just been kind of turned off by Christians and Christianity in general. I think it had something to do with growing up in the South and having pretty much one view of the church. Southern Baptists.

I’ve never been one for bible thumping, tie loosening or forehead wiping, and thats pretty much all you see in the South. Not a very good representation.

I’ve always thought that these “super Christians” have some entitlement issues. Just because you call yourself a Christian, doesn’t mean you are entitled to the reward. I may be wrong on this, so don’t quote me. The name means jack, the actions and the heart are all that really matters.

Which brings me to this, I always felt like the gift of salvation was out of reach because I was always told that if I wasn’t adhering to this strict guideline of living that it truly was. It wasn’t until recently that my wife and I found a church that seems to understand that this is a growing process. It always has been. If you are perfect, then there is no need for Jesus. Is there?

Now for the clip. This comes form a movie called Choke. I always feel refreshed when I see my thoughts on screen. I’ve literally been questioning this for years and I don’t think it could have been answered better than in this clip. A little back story, the girl in this clip is named Cherry Daquiri, she’s a stripper and she isn’t a bright one. Early on in the movie she dyes her hair brown because she’s told that blondes are more prone to cancer, and the answer she gives about Jesus is that much better just knowing that.

I love the Cash Cab, I watch it almost daily when I get home from work. I like to imagine I’m in the Cash Cab with Ben Bailey and I usually answer out loud. I’m not ashamed of this. I always pull my phone out to calculate the winnings split up amongst the players in the cab (I suck at math, sue me.)

There is one think that I cannot shake though. When the players arrive at their destinations, Ben Bailey turns to them and say something like “Ok, here’s the deal. I have your $750 dollars, you can take the money and run, or…”. Thats the part that gets me. I start to get a little uncomfortable as I always think that the patrons in the cab think he’s going to propostition them for sex. Strange, right? I mean, that sounds like what should come next after that statement.

I have to believe I’m not the only person in the world that has thought of this.

I was with my friend Ant and his brother Eddie on Saturday in Ocean Springs, on our way to visit their mother who was visiting from Florida. He was doing about 60 on Hwy 90 when all of a sudden some jackass in an old Chevy Corsica decides he wants to stop at a flashing yellow light. Ant put his brakes on in time to stop short of hitting this idiot but the drivers behind us apparently didn’t get the memo.

We watched a PT Cruiser swerve to the right almost into another car, an Explorer swerve left and out of danger and we were eventually smashed by an Expedition. Let me tell you this, nothing is worse than getting into a wreck and seeing it all unfold before you.

The Expedition smashed us pretty good and pushed us into the Corsica that caused the wreck. The driver of the Corsica obviously didn’t think it was important for him to stick around so he left.

If you live in Ocean Springs, look out for a Chevy Corsica with Jackson County plates HIE 407. Let him know he’s an asshole.

Well, I don’t really hate them, I just don’t have much in common with them. Strange. Mostly I hate them though. Let me set the stage for you.

About a year and a half ago, I left hell and got a job that I really like, doing what I really love. My wife thought it would be nice to have our “friends” over to celebrate this occasion. Wrong. My wife planned this get together only to have one of our friends offer to have it at their house because of their babies and the fact that they have kids apparently also means that they can’t leave the house.

So we are sitting in the house for a good 2 hours when I realized that not one of my “friends” had said word one to me about my new job, you know, the whole reason we were even getting together. There was a lot of chatter about babies and dogs, but not a single mention of the new job. Wow.

At the moment I realized this, I turned to my friend Ant (who is the only person that I truly like out of my friends) and said ” I hate my friends”.

I have since purchased the domain ihatemyfriends.com and have sat on it for the better part of a year. My plan was to make a social network that let you find people in your area that are doing things you want to do. You like water-skiing and hentai? Oh hey, so does Jim, you guys should get together and do those things. I haven’t really thought out all the logistics, but I think done properly, it could work.

* Rex, I like you too, that parenthesis was getting a little long though.

“I’m not trying to brag. I’m just saying, I knew about Cat Power before anyone else did.”

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