i should be dead.
last night was fun. i haven't been bowling in a long time. after practice [which included me doing a cameo on bass, yaffa, beers, covering three different blink albums, two new songs by tom and k2] tom, ted, mike, k2, and i went to t-bowl. i think i bowled a 140 in the first game. i beat my personal best by about 10 points. and it was good enough to beat everyone else. i got distracted taking pictures and lost the second game by a lot. at the diner we ran into jackie and amanda and i ate some food that i probably shouldn't have ate. oh yeah, ant showed up while we were bowling. cool.
thursday and friday at work i kept thinking about all the times i probably could've died. most notably almost rolling my car into a lake.
because i'm still here typing must mean that i'm supposed to be here typing. that the world needs me or rather, i need the world. does it mean i'm going to be famous or notable? maybe. or maybe it just wasn't my time to die. quite possibly, death is just waiting until i do something stupid again.
i'm going to get on a bus, go into nyc, and do something.