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Still Poor
Sep. 27th, 2008 11:08 amI'm so mad at God I could scream. I didn't win 100 million pounds last night. I didn't even get a single number right! When you consider that I bought my ticket on my birthday, this is a veritable slap to my face. How dare God deny me this money? Especially when I intended to spend 99% of it on charity? So, basically, God is saying that charity is bad, that helping others is bad, and that I should continue to be poor and work for a living? What kind of evil, twisted God would do such a thing? I don't know... I'm feeling very pissed off right now at God. I might give him a second chance next week by purchasing another lottery ticket. I hope he doesn't mess up again.
When you are angry at God, you can go a little crazy and start taking photos of yourself on a daily basis until 17 years go by and you put the whole thing together for people on YouTube to watch as seen on The Guardian:
I've got another recommendation to make: listen to podcasts first thing in the morning, when you are still lying in bed. If you don't mind foul language and crazy gay Americans, give The Night Nurse Show a try. The New Yorker is also a good one, with its monthly short stories, usually read by the author, followed by a brief discussion with the magazine's fiction editor. Richard Ford's story "Reunion" is unmissable.
We've been listening to the stories from The Moth. This morning we heard Edgar Oliver's "Revisiting Savannah", which is so funny, evocative and perfect for a Saturday morning.
When you are angry at God, you can go a little crazy and start taking photos of yourself on a daily basis until 17 years go by and you put the whole thing together for people on YouTube to watch as seen on The Guardian:
I've got another recommendation to make: listen to podcasts first thing in the morning, when you are still lying in bed. If you don't mind foul language and crazy gay Americans, give The Night Nurse Show a try. The New Yorker is also a good one, with its monthly short stories, usually read by the author, followed by a brief discussion with the magazine's fiction editor. Richard Ford's story "Reunion" is unmissable.
We've been listening to the stories from The Moth. This morning we heard Edgar Oliver's "Revisiting Savannah", which is so funny, evocative and perfect for a Saturday morning.
