“Your body may show signs that it has been ravaged by a hard life, by sin, and neglect. God the Father and Jesus your Bridegroom weep over the hurts and the indignities that your body has been subjected to. God did not create it to be abused physically by yourself or by anyone else. It wasn’t intended to be hurt by a working mother whose anger and self-hatred was taken out on her daughter, nor was it made to be a plaything by a brother who violated it sexually.”

It’s fucking true, people: you should not be afraid of your period (or, as we call it in Australia, your ‘monthly pain’). If you have a spare few minutes, check out Family First. You can order a range of informative books, DVDs and information kits that can help you get closer to the Lord, and even cure your burgeoning homosexuality (I *have* been watching ‘Once More, With Feeling’ a bit too much lately…) - and it’s all for a suggested donation, which can be as low as zero dollars US.

While we’re talking about vile sexual habits, I can’t work out what was worse: the sound of my neighbours having PASSIONATE MULTIORGASMIC LOVE with the window open last night or the sound of my neighbours playing Scribe’s ‘Not Many, If Any’ with booming bass at the break of day this morning. Filthy people and their devil’s music.

In summary, today’s lessons:

1) The bass end of the spectrum is the devil’s own. Angels only sing soprano and above.

2) Keep your faith real (on campus with a cool diary!)