Giving Up the Gun and Becoming a Nun

I'm becoming a nun. In the words of Sam Cooke, that's it, I quit, I'm moving on. I'm just going to marry God and get on with my life. God must want me to marry him. He made me hideous and made no guy want me. He made me feel alone. He made me feel totally at peace during mass. He made me have those crazy dreams. He made guys ignore me. The only reason I can think of is he wants me to marry him. And I think I'll just comply. It couldn't hurt. There must be a shortage of nuns. It's okay, I'll add to the population. I would make a good nun. I enjoy church and can be very disciplined if I focus hard enough. I wonder how many half black half puerto rican nuns there are... I haven't had my first communion or catechism. I think my nun plan might fall through. Nah, it'll be my only plan that actually world perfectly. My wedding to Gods would be beautiful. I saw one in a silent film once it was really nice.