"Can we live in peace and happiness....?"
I'm confused. By it all and the stars, and fruit. I love people, I love talking to people, but it seems that when they're finally coherant, almost all of them are wrong. Even the ones that seemed like they were so right. I talk to so many people in a day, I probably laugh with 25 people everyday, but the conversations are usually hollow, and the "good" people are usually dead. And how can I save them by throwing paper wads at them? But why shouldn't I? And how can I do it at all?
Anyway, there was a court of honor last night; I decided to leave work early to go to one last 342 event before I turned 18. It was a happy time. Then Jonathan and various small children came home with us. I finished my scholarship applications for SFA, which was blah, and took numerous punches from Jonathan, which was fun. Then Aarin came and we took out the trash and roamed about in the night. Then we hid in the closet. Today came and went and now its gone, and with it go I.
taTa
Anyway, there was a court of honor last night; I decided to leave work early to go to one last 342 event before I turned 18. It was a happy time. Then Jonathan and various small children came home with us. I finished my scholarship applications for SFA, which was blah, and took numerous punches from Jonathan, which was fun. Then Aarin came and we took out the trash and roamed about in the night. Then we hid in the closet. Today came and went and now its gone, and with it go I.
taTa
posted by Feanor at 8:23 PM
2 Comments:
I'm thinking about you, Evan. That means ten times less than nothing, but it's true, so there you go.
Happy B'day, Evan. What are you now, 14. That's a good boy.
Congrats on earning Eagle, too. Proud of ya!
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