whoa now
*fact:
There's this random person that was at Echo Lake same time as me, insisted on my SN. So now she's badgering me all of the sudden telling me all this crap, I'm not even saying ANYTHING to her besides cursory, forced answers. And she thinks I'm kidding with her the whole time and that I'm really into what she's saying. People are funny. Then again, I think she's like.. 15... kinda wierd.
actually very
sooo on with the story from last weekend.
Wait. Where are we now? Here I was just 10 minutes ago havin a grand ol time with Mr. Blunt. Where did all the times go? Or are they still here? If Mr. Blunt were still here I'm sure something interesting would happen.
But before I start expressing my undying love of Mr. Blunt, it's important to realize, recognize, and reorganize my thoughts. Right now it's as if my neurons are completely, utterly fried. I left the burner on. Jump-starting my brain can be compared to sumo-wrestling in a pool. It just isn't going to happen. Besides, who wants to be in that kind of proximity with such a fat dude. Doesn't appeal to me. Never has, never will.
I wonder how much of my life I've forgotten. Can I still count it as having happened? It's a troubling thought, to believe that several events have just ceased to exist in my head, because I can never remember them happening. Eventually maybe it will all get reduced to a dim awareness of the present and an even hazier recognition of the past. Forget the future, it's dead to me, like a half full busch light at 8:30 in the morning.
exuent
There's this random person that was at Echo Lake same time as me, insisted on my SN. So now she's badgering me all of the sudden telling me all this crap, I'm not even saying ANYTHING to her besides cursory, forced answers. And she thinks I'm kidding with her the whole time and that I'm really into what she's saying. People are funny. Then again, I think she's like.. 15... kinda wierd.
actually very
sooo on with the story from last weekend.
Wait. Where are we now? Here I was just 10 minutes ago havin a grand ol time with Mr. Blunt. Where did all the times go? Or are they still here? If Mr. Blunt were still here I'm sure something interesting would happen.
But before I start expressing my undying love of Mr. Blunt, it's important to realize, recognize, and reorganize my thoughts. Right now it's as if my neurons are completely, utterly fried. I left the burner on. Jump-starting my brain can be compared to sumo-wrestling in a pool. It just isn't going to happen. Besides, who wants to be in that kind of proximity with such a fat dude. Doesn't appeal to me. Never has, never will.
I wonder how much of my life I've forgotten. Can I still count it as having happened? It's a troubling thought, to believe that several events have just ceased to exist in my head, because I can never remember them happening. Eventually maybe it will all get reduced to a dim awareness of the present and an even hazier recognition of the past. Forget the future, it's dead to me, like a half full busch light at 8:30 in the morning.
exuent