I am contemporarily incompetent.
I am not in control and I cannot fix this blasted thing.
I am surprised that the theory of evolution hasn’t wiped me from the face of this planet because I am not the fittest.
I suffer from a serious lack of bling – not to mention having zero glitter and less than zero gloss.
I’m not larger than your average and I don’t last all night – and I like it when my spam lies to me.
I believe the gym is for toddlers to bounce around and play with toys and so I haven’t been to one since I was very young.
I am lonely and I get very depressed when my dog doesn’t rush to meet me at the door – even he must not like me anymore…
I’ve got problems that I suspect a sharper mind could figure out and resolve, but I can’t seem to find one anywhere.
I’m a flake and I rarely follow through with what I say I’m going to do – I’m certain people have nicknamed me blah-blah-blah.
I sin. I try to hide the fact. My confession amounts to brushing my teeth and combing my hair and dumping some talc in my shorts.
God, in Christ Jesus, loves me with an eternal love and calls me his own – go figure!