Russia, sweet Russia

Last night I ate too much chocolate and watched a crazy documentary on Russia.

I love everything about Russia.

I also loved the chocolate head of Shrek that I ate. I'm so glad Jesus rose from the dead and gave everyone chocolate as a sign of good fortune. That's how the story goes, right?

Anyway, a couple years back I spent some time in Russia and the Ukraine and I went away with pieces of that country stuck in my heart. And worms from their water stuck in my intenstines. Now whenever I hear about Russia, read about Russia or see pictures about Russia my heart melts. I honestly would love to spend a year or two and live there. What a joy that would be. There are tabillions of young people there in such a wild thriving youth culture. Of course all of it is bleak and black, but it is still wonderful. Perfect place for some real Jesusness to come and live.

I spend much of my time these days thinking about my life and what is happening with it. I'm kind of at the place of "it will either succeed or fail" and if succeed's then that is wonderful and if it fails I'll just get a job at starbucks or WestJet, make a bunch of money and go live in Russia.

Sounds like a good solid plan.