Why precisely am I infatuated with religious items? I’m not particularly religious, nine years of a Christian private school pretty violently cured me of that…it also cured me of Christianity, tho, so I highly recommend it.

And yet, I really like crosses. I collect them, I wear them, I just like the way they look. And I’m kind of obsessed with owning a rosary. Which is ridiculous, really, because I don’t pray in a way that would require a rosary. I’m not even sure that I pray, as such. So…what the fuck?

sounds like joy division, “atmosphere”