My Angel

When I was down in every way
You saved me a little everyday.
The answer to all my prayers
My little Angel you were there.

The good times are great
The bad ones not that bad
My Angel when you are here

Even when you annoy the hell out of me
I love you
At that very moment, I'm getting annoyed
And loving you to pieces
Because my Angel you are here.
Stressing and loving me
My Angel you are here.

You have redeemed this world for me
Just when I had given up on it
I have forgiven its cruelties and little disappointments
Life is worth living again
My little Angel now that you are here

I'm writing you this disjointed poem
To show you I do care
That you are here
My little Angel you are here.

Close Encounter of the Crazy Kind

I finally met some crazy Christians! So, my friend and I went on this double date the other day. We were on our way to get some Tibetan dumplings when the two girls asked to stop at the bible shop. Imagine my shock and surprise because I didn't know them at all(my friend had set us up) and I was really looking forward to the Tibetan dumplings being in my mouth. Not to spoil the evening, we stopped at the bible shop. They went in and came out ten minutes later sying that they just witnessed a miracle! They had arrived at the shop just as it was closing and the kindly shopkeeper had let them make a last-minute purchase. According to the two girls this proved that god is indeed real and answers prayers.

My friend and I just looked at each other. The chances of any action tonight were completely destroyed. Well, atleast we had the dumplings. So we got back into the car and tried to make the best of things. Suddenly, one of the girls started giving a long testimonial to the reverend over the phone concerning the miracle that had just happened. The other girl, seeing my obviously disgusted face, decided to "share her faith" with me, which rapidly descended into a debate about the veracity of the bible and ended in her praying for my soul and me wanting to strangle her. All this while my agnostic friend was interjecting with vigorous shouts of "Buddhism rocks!!!"

Incidentally, those turned out to be the worst Tibetan dumplings I have ever had. My friend and I went home courting headaches and upset tummies, all alone. Needless to say, we won't be seeing those two girls again.

Amazingly, both of those girls are assistant professors of Sociology at a good university. If I was religious, I would be praying for their students.