I have nothing against any religion. I have been a christian my whole life and I'm about as real as it fucking comes. I also don't go out and try to force people into my fucking world, but this has to fucking stop. Last weekend I was so proud of myself and my church family. We had our 5th Annual Single Mother's banquet where we pretty much roll out the red carpet for Single Mothers. My mom was a single mother most of my fucking life so it's one of the things I enjoy doing. The first two or three years I worked with the children. The last two at least I've served the women. Which I found even more amazing, but the last two years we've had people fucking complaining. Almost any time the doors to my church is open, I'm in there doing whatever the hell I can to help. So the secretary of the church, during a rehearsal after a long fucking day, comes up to me and goes 'Can we talk?' and I'm like sure. So we go into the office and she goes into this tanget about how I hardly did a thing last Friday (when I fucking worked my table and others) and all kinds of other shit. Apparently I ate so much pizza(1 slice) that other people couldn't get any. The secretary stated that I have "some sort of spirit" on me. I wanted to go 'what spirit? Gluttony?' which is bullshit. I, for one, hardly like pizza. So why the HELL would I eat so much, with one slice, that no one else can have ANY of the food there? Fucking bullshit! Other workers had chicken cordon bleau, carrot soufle, and rice pilaf. Did I complain? No. When they said all kinds of shit trying to be a fucking chief and not who they are, the indian, did I go and whine to her about it? But apparently, some one was so fucking hungry that they had to complain about my ONE FUCKING SLICE OF PIZZA! I refuse to serve at anything with them again. I'll do what I'm good at. Working with the children. Fuck it!

On a happier note, I placed 3rd in the competition. I am so proud of myself.