spending my birthday sitting by the post, awaiting my mail-order bride
i tend to think of my life as a choose yr own adventure. like say, it's super hot, and i pass a car and the windows are all the way up and the car is unlocked and there is a doberman in it, but he's barking like mad and kind of frothing at the mouth? i think to myself "ok, he's in the backseat, i should totally open the door and roll down the window a crack. otherwise that dog's gonna suffocate, and i am not sure what the ramifications of that will be, but probably it will mean that i don't get the treasure...BUT WAIT! maybe if i open the door, the doberman will tear out my threat and it will be THE END." i have seriously agonized over this exact situation for hours. just recently i passed an old camaro parked halway up the sidewalk with its lights on. the back windshield was made out of torn plastic and i very seriously debated climbing up on the trunk and pushing my way through in order to turn off the lights. who knows what would have happened? maybe i would have been kidnapped by pirates! that's just how it goes in choose yr own adventures, man. but now i will never know.