I used to be so jealous of the Catholic kids in my school around this time of year. They'd leave for a bit and then strut back to class showing off their ashy foreheads. And then there were those nifty palm fronds. And the fancy clothes on Easter Sunday. Heady stuff for a heathen like me.
i love ash wednesday. the ashes smell nice.
and i like lent. i gave up talking too much.
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in high school we'd go to the diner and put cigarette ashes on our heads. which is rude and crude.
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my ashes this year were put on by an old lady, and she missed the center of my forehead and landed them basically above my left eyebrow.