"It's the boobs, it's the boobs!!!" they scream.

[gfisch]

I am still in LeMars, and wouldn't you know it. I'm bored as fuck. It's my fault, I know. I am a tool. And you don't wanna hang out with me. But all is well. I went for a walk, and no one met me under the tree with all the dangerous looking icicles. I was wearing a brown hat. And a turtleneck to protect from the biting wind. It was boring anyways. The icicles did seem to appreciate their audience, though. Because in the right light, you could see them shimmer in all their glory.
I haven't had any alcohol in forever. And it's not because I'm straight-edge. It's because somewhere along the line I will succumb to the pressures of the ever present "peer". To fight this "peer" factor I think I'll stop "hanging" with people. It's not that I dislike you. It's because I don't want to bore you by being there. You might have to give me something like the time of day or possibly waste some of your prescious time on a conversation that neither of us will remember the next day, or even hour. This is just something I cannot bear to have you persevere. And also, I wouldn't want to have to drink because you told me to. I lack the ability to say no. It isn't something I do.
And to any girls out there, if you ask me to have sex with you. I probably will. Unless I'm tired.

And as a side note. *get me drunk, i'll last longer*