Grrrrr.

When Josh and I got home last night, we found religious literature wedged into our door.  To be completely blunt, it made me feel icky.  Violated.  And kind of pissed.  I don't go around shoving atheist magazines into other people's houses.  (Since you have to go in a door and up a flight of stairs in what is OBVIOUSLY a house and not an apartment building to get to our door, I think that it's reasonable for me to feel like this).

I've been getting more and more angry lately because I feel like the 'judge not, lest ye be judged' crew does a whole hell of a lot of judging.

Gah.