Jul 23, 2006 23:50
What the fuck is going on. Paragraph deleted.
This should be the best sleep of my life.
Poker? Poker. Identical twins with identical IQs enter a poker tournament. The first one is afraid of losing his chips. The second only wants the title; second place isn't good enough, he wants it all. Well, the final table comes. Twin #1 is broke; he spent his chips paying blinds and avoiding large pots and eventually ran out. Twin #2 has a huge stack. He tooks some risks, lost some big pots, but won some bigger pots. And maybe his chips will runout. Or maybe he'll win first, and the money that comes with that will run out. But he'll have been somewhere that only a few before him have experienced.
Everyone dies. The only thing that really matters is "whose life did you make better while you were here?" I know what I want my answer to be.
Brennan Boothby's birthday is July 28. He'll be 21. Good for him.
Me and Libbie broke up 53 days into our first relationship. She was acting weird on the phone and when I said I loved her she didn't say it back. 4 hours later I had an email in my inbox telling me it was over.
Maybe I'm a little more damaged than I thought. Maybe you deserve better. Maybe you're figuring that out.