R.I.P. GUMBY
This weekend has been incredible, it's the kind that makes you realize why you put up with everything. There was some good and some bad, but the good outweighs the bad. It doesn't matter that I got felt up twice. It doesn't matter that I had a fucking butterfly tat on my forehead while talking to the man and completely forgot about it, or that I lost a good friend of mine named Gumby, or that I argued with my parents, or that I didn't get into a play, because I got to go sledding on the golf course! I got to have a three person dance party, and play on the swings, and sit in an abandoned buiulding and get the SHIT scared out of me by a bird and a robot playing music, and then I got to join them on their adventure. I got to start a new tradition, and buy a beautiful fixer-upper then fix it. I told my parents I didn't need their help and then succeed on my own.
I had a good weekend.