anytime something happens to me i try to decide if, when writing about on here, i will tell the funny version or the sad pathetically real version.
with my recent trip to kansas i still cant decide.
part of my wants to talk about how kansas will now be a "dark stain on my memories" constantly reminding me of my "capacity to be the type of guy i hate"
(dont know why there are the qoute marks but they are staying.)
another part of me (the part of me that people like) says that i should write about how "trying new things is important. something that could become a huge part of your identity if you only give it a try.
for example, you may be a painter but if you never paint how will you know?"
then i would say something like "after trying this new thing out in kansas i have discovered that making out with girls that i dont really like is NOT part of who i am."
but i am not sure thats funny.
hmmm perplexing.
yeah, so here i am.
filled with regret and, tragically, no funny story to go along with it.
in other news, i really dont like kissing.
it makes your lips all numb.
10:42 a.m. - 2004-07-31
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