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Last night was Tiesto.
First rave I didn't kiss anybody at.
Kandi-flipped. Fucking trippy, I can tell you that.
Went with Kasey, left with Larry.
Story of my life.
I'm sort of notorious for leaving with other people than those who brought me.
Maybe I just figure one person will get tired of me.
Or maybe I just get tired of people too quickly.
Either way.
It was a great night.
Saw Stardust today with my roommate, some friends, two freaky strangers, and my brother Corby and his wife Jen. They asked me what I've been up to.
I got all caught up trying to think up anything to say.
I have a very full and interesting life,
but for the most part I hate talking about it.
People don't tend to understand terribly well.
And I am so gosh darn tired of trying to explain or apologize for the way I choose to live.
I have officially not been aroused at all in over 72 hours. I'm starting to grow concerned. Something about the idea of sex just grosses me out right now. A couple of boys asked me out at the rave. They were attractive, but I turned them down. At the time I had these flashbacks to standing in the same spot I was standing in at EDC, kissing Aaron and thinking I wasn't alone anymore. I don't want to fool myself with such stupid, petty distractions. Don't get me wrong, I'm over Aaron. And Jake. And Nat. And Larry. And Allen. And insert name here. Last night, looking at Larry I realized I've never loved anyone more in my life and that it was just... Idk. It wasn't sex-love. It wasn't the kind of love where I imagine myself waking up next to him for the rest of my life.
It's weird. I'm not sure what it means.
It feels like I'm keeping secrets from myself.
Oh well. I got down the three beat weave, working on the five beat. After that I'm going to work on wraps and spirals. Might do all of them tonight. It helps to pass the time.
First rave I didn't kiss anybody at.
Kandi-flipped. Fucking trippy, I can tell you that.
Went with Kasey, left with Larry.
Story of my life.
I'm sort of notorious for leaving with other people than those who brought me.
Maybe I just figure one person will get tired of me.
Or maybe I just get tired of people too quickly.
Either way.
It was a great night.
Saw Stardust today with my roommate, some friends, two freaky strangers, and my brother Corby and his wife Jen. They asked me what I've been up to.
I got all caught up trying to think up anything to say.
I have a very full and interesting life,
but for the most part I hate talking about it.
People don't tend to understand terribly well.
And I am so gosh darn tired of trying to explain or apologize for the way I choose to live.
I have officially not been aroused at all in over 72 hours. I'm starting to grow concerned. Something about the idea of sex just grosses me out right now. A couple of boys asked me out at the rave. They were attractive, but I turned them down. At the time I had these flashbacks to standing in the same spot I was standing in at EDC, kissing Aaron and thinking I wasn't alone anymore. I don't want to fool myself with such stupid, petty distractions. Don't get me wrong, I'm over Aaron. And Jake. And Nat. And Larry. And Allen. And insert name here. Last night, looking at Larry I realized I've never loved anyone more in my life and that it was just... Idk. It wasn't sex-love. It wasn't the kind of love where I imagine myself waking up next to him for the rest of my life.
It's weird. I'm not sure what it means.
It feels like I'm keeping secrets from myself.
Oh well. I got down the three beat weave, working on the five beat. After that I'm going to work on wraps and spirals. Might do all of them tonight. It helps to pass the time.