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I won
on ebay today.
And I hope to win
which will be perfect for Wheatland in two weeks. I'm really excited about it, I only when once before and had a blast, but it sucks my brother won't be there. He was supposed to fly home for it but the bastard couldn't break his stupid plans for us. So what if his plans are to climb a...oh god...I just decided to read about Mt Ranier and found that people die climbing it every year. I saw the mountain and it was big and all but I didn't know it was like the hardest mountain to climb in the continental US and that only about half the people actually succeed in climbing it and some people die. Now I'm going to spend my entire Wheatland forgetting to enjoy the music and imagining Marc falling off a hill and cracking his head open, followed by the Mountain spewing hot lava all over his unconscious hemorrhaging body.
It seems too pretty to be dangerous, but upon closer inspection,
Why did I make this post? I wanted to be sad because he was not going to be playing songs around the tent and drinking beer with me. Now I'm going to be sad because he's never going to play songs with me and drink beer with me ever again because he's going to be crushed in an avalanche.
on ebay today.
And I hope to win
which will be perfect for Wheatland in two weeks. I'm really excited about it, I only when once before and had a blast, but it sucks my brother won't be there. He was supposed to fly home for it but the bastard couldn't break his stupid plans for us. So what if his plans are to climb a...oh god...I just decided to read about Mt Ranier and found that people die climbing it every year. I saw the mountain and it was big and all but I didn't know it was like the hardest mountain to climb in the continental US and that only about half the people actually succeed in climbing it and some people die. Now I'm going to spend my entire Wheatland forgetting to enjoy the music and imagining Marc falling off a hill and cracking his head open, followed by the Mountain spewing hot lava all over his unconscious hemorrhaging body.
It seems too pretty to be dangerous, but upon closer inspection,
Why did I make this post? I wanted to be sad because he was not going to be playing songs around the tent and drinking beer with me. Now I'm going to be sad because he's never going to play songs with me and drink beer with me ever again because he's going to be crushed in an avalanche.