Guilty
Man I was feeling guilty yesterday for not being a great friend to Kathryn..for what she said about my past..I'm wondering if our break will last like two years..was our friendship mostly fake? Unless she really needs me should I leave her? I want her to be able to say anything to me without me like freaking out or something (ahhh that was hard to write)
Louisuana was discovered by the Cajuns, a dymamic group of people who came down from Canada and decided to stay after they forgot where they had parked. This kind of thing happens a lot in Louisiana, especially in the state capital, New Orleans, where the official motto is: "Laizzez les bons temps rouler." ("Look out, I'm about to throw up.") New Orleans is a wide-open town, a town where there is gambling and cursing and heavy drinking and naked dancing and wild orgiastic sex. And that's just in the police station. The rest of the city is even looser, especially the French Quarter, which is so decadent that if the Reverend Jerry Falwell were to merely walk down the length of Bourbon Street, he would emerge at the other end with an overpowering desire to purchase leather underwear (assuming he doesn't have some already). New Orleans also boasts a number of historic sites, the major one being Nick G. Castrogiovanni's Original Big Train Bar, which is where, during the 1988 Republican convention, this author, for sound journalism reasons, drank a drink called "A Wild Night at the Capri Motel" out of a large styrofoam container shaped like a toilet
Today's Latin: optima mors Parca quae venit apta die (the best death is that which comes on the day chosen by Fate)
Louisuana was discovered by the Cajuns, a dymamic group of people who came down from Canada and decided to stay after they forgot where they had parked. This kind of thing happens a lot in Louisiana, especially in the state capital, New Orleans, where the official motto is: "Laizzez les bons temps rouler." ("Look out, I'm about to throw up.") New Orleans is a wide-open town, a town where there is gambling and cursing and heavy drinking and naked dancing and wild orgiastic sex. And that's just in the police station. The rest of the city is even looser, especially the French Quarter, which is so decadent that if the Reverend Jerry Falwell were to merely walk down the length of Bourbon Street, he would emerge at the other end with an overpowering desire to purchase leather underwear (assuming he doesn't have some already). New Orleans also boasts a number of historic sites, the major one being Nick G. Castrogiovanni's Original Big Train Bar, which is where, during the 1988 Republican convention, this author, for sound journalism reasons, drank a drink called "A Wild Night at the Capri Motel" out of a large styrofoam container shaped like a toilet
Today's Latin: optima mors Parca quae venit apta die (the best death is that which comes on the day chosen by Fate)