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I ended up getting dinner at the Antique Sandwich Co. and then traipsing all through Point Defiance yesterday. It was about three hours of walking, without any music, pretty much just me and my thoughts. Oh, I did call Arlene near the start of it. I think we're on for lunch today, which is really exciting. Like, exciting to the point that I feel I should go to bed really soon so I can wake up and get a haircut before hand.
The being alone with my thoughts wasn't as bad as it sounds. I spent some time thinking about the reasons why I don't like myself. Then I spent some time thinking about girls, like, romantic interests. Turns out, interesting and frighteningly true fact, over the course of the past nine years I've only actually asked out three girls with the intention of starting a romantic relationship. By which I mean to say, dating. How about that. Then I started playing a game called "what would I do if I was suddenly granted all of the wealth of Bill Gates, Donald Trump and Paul Allen. You know, like, if all three died at the same time, and I was the sole heir, and the gov't didn't take any of the estate due to taxes.
My final solution was to build myself a home in Beijing, make it like an old manor, like the home in Raise High the Red Lantern, but without that bad room. Then I'd hire Santavorn to handle all my affairs. He'd get a salary, a house in germany and so forth. Then I'd aquire some houses on Lake Shore drive and give them to friends of mine. Also I'd purchase people summer homes in the foreign country of their choice. Reckon I'd get a house on (in?) Martha's Vinyard for D. And then, after all of the lavish gifts were gifted, all on the same day in one massive whirlwind of amazingness, well, I wouldn't talk to anyone ever again. I'm not saying I'd take a vow of silence, but I'd become a recluse. Only the most dire emergency would be able to rouse me, and the only person that would know how to contact me would be Santavorn, which means that he'd have to be convinced that it was an emergency; and I can't imagine that'd be easy to do.
Well, I'm gonna go put on some world cup and hit the hay.
The being alone with my thoughts wasn't as bad as it sounds. I spent some time thinking about the reasons why I don't like myself. Then I spent some time thinking about girls, like, romantic interests. Turns out, interesting and frighteningly true fact, over the course of the past nine years I've only actually asked out three girls with the intention of starting a romantic relationship. By which I mean to say, dating. How about that. Then I started playing a game called "what would I do if I was suddenly granted all of the wealth of Bill Gates, Donald Trump and Paul Allen. You know, like, if all three died at the same time, and I was the sole heir, and the gov't didn't take any of the estate due to taxes.
My final solution was to build myself a home in Beijing, make it like an old manor, like the home in Raise High the Red Lantern, but without that bad room. Then I'd hire Santavorn to handle all my affairs. He'd get a salary, a house in germany and so forth. Then I'd aquire some houses on Lake Shore drive and give them to friends of mine. Also I'd purchase people summer homes in the foreign country of their choice. Reckon I'd get a house on (in?) Martha's Vinyard for D. And then, after all of the lavish gifts were gifted, all on the same day in one massive whirlwind of amazingness, well, I wouldn't talk to anyone ever again. I'm not saying I'd take a vow of silence, but I'd become a recluse. Only the most dire emergency would be able to rouse me, and the only person that would know how to contact me would be Santavorn, which means that he'd have to be convinced that it was an emergency; and I can't imagine that'd be easy to do.
Well, I'm gonna go put on some world cup and hit the hay.