Say it's true, say you like me, just for tonight. For me, it's been eternity.
Well, shit. How does one go about doing this? It's impossible to remember or even try to record all the little things that made the past six-ish days the best week of my life. But I'll try to recap some.
-Hunter's "goodbye Tay and Zach" party was pretty fun. I wanted to burn more stuff. Whatever. We had Taco Bell.
- AJ took me to church. "Trav, do you have your wallet?" yeah "do you have money in it?" funny stuff. Got there when Dave's meeting was still going on. It looked real intense. Kevin Oliver is the man, as is anyonen else doing the right thing, which seemed like a lot. I was happy to see this.
(Quick interjection: Bible school was why we were there. And it went incredibly. But surpassing it in incredible-ness was the down time, that's what I'll focus on)
So, then we packed up and headed on down. Seriously guys, this was so amazing, I don't know if I can even start to capture it in convenient LiveJournal format, but here go-in's.
- Guys; KP, Logan, Kyle, Abdual and obviously Taylor. I cannot express how much ass you guys kick. I just can't. I had an amazing, sweaty, stanky-ass, sticky time in our little sweatbox of a room. Smurfcycle mayhem. KP's...something. The gayest situations ever, and not even minding, because straight guys taking part in gay love is just plain love anyway. So who cares. David eating fucking bread and causing an ant infestation. Breaking Bob's cot, sorry, man. Gross-outs with Log, including Taylor's anal fixation, sister's baby pictures, titty-fucking...old,fat,men and so much more ridiculous-ness, a raft of our own and getting owned on the first rapids, just laying/sitting around and talking, killing roaches, completely hurting each other...God, so much more. I fucking love you guys.
- Girls; Jess, KT, Erica, Em (a new really cool super-friend), Kels, the rest, the rest, the rest. All so lovely and beautiful in their own ways. God, I just, jeeze, you know. You all are inspirations in many ways, muses for all those poems that I wasted your time making you read. Hugs from you girls are better than any others. Seeing you with the chitluns makes me think you'll all be good mothers, should you ever choose to have some of your own, which if you do, you should wait for like fifteen, twenty more years. Chilling, spooning, lap sitting, face touching, just sitting and leaning on each other. There's no such thing as too much love, but if there was this week would border on it. I can't go on any more, because I will probably start crying like a little bitch. But you get the idea.
Dave, Bob, Mama Rosile and Em's madre. There's nothing I could say that you haven't heard a hundred times. Fantastic. Leaders. Heroes.
Shut. Up. Fag.
So, about that straight jacket.
The screaming lady.
Sing along.
Dashboard car-along.
What am I forgetting, guys? Help me out here. I don't like LiveJournal. I don't even care about it anymore. This is just my own little time capsule. I love you.
-Hunter's "goodbye Tay and Zach" party was pretty fun. I wanted to burn more stuff. Whatever. We had Taco Bell.
- AJ took me to church. "Trav, do you have your wallet?" yeah "do you have money in it?" funny stuff. Got there when Dave's meeting was still going on. It looked real intense. Kevin Oliver is the man, as is anyonen else doing the right thing, which seemed like a lot. I was happy to see this.
(Quick interjection: Bible school was why we were there. And it went incredibly. But surpassing it in incredible-ness was the down time, that's what I'll focus on)
So, then we packed up and headed on down. Seriously guys, this was so amazing, I don't know if I can even start to capture it in convenient LiveJournal format, but here go-in's.
- Guys; KP, Logan, Kyle, Abdual and obviously Taylor. I cannot express how much ass you guys kick. I just can't. I had an amazing, sweaty, stanky-ass, sticky time in our little sweatbox of a room. Smurfcycle mayhem. KP's...something. The gayest situations ever, and not even minding, because straight guys taking part in gay love is just plain love anyway. So who cares. David eating fucking bread and causing an ant infestation. Breaking Bob's cot, sorry, man. Gross-outs with Log, including Taylor's anal fixation, sister's baby pictures, titty-fucking...old,fat,men and so much more ridiculous-ness, a raft of our own and getting owned on the first rapids, just laying/sitting around and talking, killing roaches, completely hurting each other...God, so much more. I fucking love you guys.
- Girls; Jess, KT, Erica, Em (a new really cool super-friend), Kels, the rest, the rest, the rest. All so lovely and beautiful in their own ways. God, I just, jeeze, you know. You all are inspirations in many ways, muses for all those poems that I wasted your time making you read. Hugs from you girls are better than any others. Seeing you with the chitluns makes me think you'll all be good mothers, should you ever choose to have some of your own, which if you do, you should wait for like fifteen, twenty more years. Chilling, spooning, lap sitting, face touching, just sitting and leaning on each other. There's no such thing as too much love, but if there was this week would border on it. I can't go on any more, because I will probably start crying like a little bitch. But you get the idea.
Dave, Bob, Mama Rosile and Em's madre. There's nothing I could say that you haven't heard a hundred times. Fantastic. Leaders. Heroes.
Shut. Up. Fag.
So, about that straight jacket.
The screaming lady.
Sing along.
Dashboard car-along.
What am I forgetting, guys? Help me out here. I don't like LiveJournal. I don't even care about it anymore. This is just my own little time capsule. I love you.