Bishops and TMI

So, went in to renew the recommend today and had a nice little chat with Brother Bishop.  And somewhere along the line he informed me that "we have such a huge problem with pornography is this ward, you have NO idea."

Great.  I guess I'll continue to pass on the whole marriage thing, then.  Talk about things you suspect but don't want to know for sure.  Please, if there is an justice left in this world, do not let Tommy Boy be one of porn's many victims.

Harper Reveals It All

That's what I might as well call this thing.  I'm Harper.  I'm 28 and mormon and living in Utah so we can all equate these facts to the following:

1.  I am technically a burden on society (Thank Brother Brigham)

2. I might just be a plague upon the land  (Thanks regurgitated crickets)

3.  And maybe, just maybe, I'm a bit too picky (Thanks Ma)  

Not married is a bad status to be in in this state.  But I'm sure I'll reveal my mishaps in near-marriage as we go along.  

Harper is not my real name, of course.  It stems from my near-obsession with Harper Lee who wrote To Kill a Mockingbird.  I love Harper Lee even if she is a recluse.  I guess I am a recluse too.  I guess I'm Boo Radley.  I'd rather stay home than go out.  I'd rather chew my own foot clean off than go on a date.  I hate singles ward activities.  You heard me right:  I said I hate singles ward activities.  I don't do game night.  Torture doesn't even BEGIN to describe these natural disasters.  I don't scrapbook or craft, either.  And my philosophy on break-the-fast:  "I'm here for the food."

Here is my launch.  Here is my story.  Harper reveals it all.