choking while laughing. no joke.
so this was probably one of my better ideas. jesus christ.
i decided to read through all of my old entries. all of them. so here's what i'm taking away from the INCREDIBLY hilarious experience:
i wrote more about my personal life than anyone ever should. most of the things i recorded should have been kept to myself, or at least off of such a public space. oh well. everyone has a past, and it's too late to do much now. just trust that i've got a better grip on myself and my understanding of the world and people around me.
i thought i wrote really well but didn't. "and the rest of them hide it with the mantra that a life not fully lived is a life with regrets. they do everything, from learning to play the harmonica to earning that A on their history paper, to playing tennis with elderly people at the gym. just everything that could possibly done in life. it is a reward. their reward for dealing with their minds.
to deal with life's toils is enough. to deal with the torture of a poisoned mind in unbearable." what? elderly people? tennis? "the torture of a poisoned mind"? i actually cringed upon reading this.
"ooooh, i could just squeal. if i actually knew how to squeal. i can grunt? i can make this really unattractive linda blair "satan ate my hamster" noise that scares the shit out of my pets. i can bellow, too! i'm actually really proud of that one. even if no one else fully appreciates it." how did i have friends??
i honest-to-god used the phrase "hot with a capital not".
i decided to read through all of my old entries. all of them. so here's what i'm taking away from the INCREDIBLY hilarious experience:
i wrote more about my personal life than anyone ever should. most of the things i recorded should have been kept to myself, or at least off of such a public space. oh well. everyone has a past, and it's too late to do much now. just trust that i've got a better grip on myself and my understanding of the world and people around me.
i thought i wrote really well but didn't. "and the rest of them hide it with the mantra that a life not fully lived is a life with regrets. they do everything, from learning to play the harmonica to earning that A on their history paper, to playing tennis with elderly people at the gym. just everything that could possibly done in life. it is a reward. their reward for dealing with their minds.
to deal with life's toils is enough. to deal with the torture of a poisoned mind in unbearable." what? elderly people? tennis? "the torture of a poisoned mind"? i actually cringed upon reading this.
"ooooh, i could just squeal. if i actually knew how to squeal. i can grunt? i can make this really unattractive linda blair "satan ate my hamster" noise that scares the shit out of my pets. i can bellow, too! i'm actually really proud of that one. even if no one else fully appreciates it." how did i have friends??
i honest-to-god used the phrase "hot with a capital not".