so...

Sep 13, 2007 04:06

I guess this latent form of expression has been reduced to a forum for my drunken ramblings. If that is indeed the case, allow me to continue with something I probably wont remember (or will have only vague recolections of) in the morning.

I don't know what to do. I'd like to call you and ask you your opinion but you don't, or perhaps won't, answer your phone. I'd like to ask you "hey moose, do you think I'm insane?" I trust your opinion.

I'd like to think that you and I have reached the point of being beyond my petty longings... that we're at the point where you'll tell me the truth about girls. I want to know what you think about someone.

My life is odd right now. My best friend from high school is in jail... my love life is confused... I'm in a job at a place I never thought I'd go back too. In a small way though, think I might be making a difference.

I still love you, I think I always will. I've reached the point where I think that is a strength though, not a weakness. I hope your life is fine.

I think my life is fine.

Ryan puked tonight. Pat was drunk.

High fives all around to the Stinkhouse.

-Ken

(Grammar and spelling are probably all fucked up. Ignore that.)
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