Sunday.

Ok, so its Sunday and my grandmother is making me go to church. Oh god. Its gonna be kinda funny going to church with a knife tucked into my belt under my pink and black dress. I don't trust that Jared and his buddies would have much respect for a church. Is it weird to say I feel like one of those agents from the movies? Like the chicks in the seemingly innocent dresses, with like guns and knives strapped to every part of their body under it? In all seriousness though... I never go anywhere without my knife, because I don't really like the idea of getting either A) knifed again, or B) getting beat or C) getting strangled, and not at all be prepared.If I'm gonna die I'm gonna go out swinging, and knife a few motherfuckers.