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Oct 05, 2005 01:51

I think I need surgery from foosball. I wander how many people a year suffer major injuries from the sport. I want stats, stat.

in other news, I'm sleaze. Well, I dont really think I am, I understand why everyone thinks I am, but I never had sleazy intentions, and it's not as if anyone can really control their heart. You just can't. I know I'd feel so much worse if I ran now. so much worse. I would feel as if I did something twice as wrong then. it'd be like having the chance at something phenomenal, and not even trying. I talked with one of my two favorite women to talk womenly with today, and she saw the situation like I do, which I never doubted she would, being the closest thing to a girl version of myself as she is. alright cool, enough typing with out detail.

I'm heading home saturday to see my brother and to celebrate his birthday. pretty excited about that. I missed the bash last year because I tend to be a loser when I have a girlfriend, and don't do anything fun. well guess who's single? that's right.

hmm, I'm tired, but Owen is calling my name. I think it's time to play some guitar while listening to records, then hit the hay. goodnight all

Brent..
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