The Past

I really like this picture. Everything about it screams "Perfect". The 70's button down plaid shirt opened just enough so my chest hair breathes. Blake, turned around just as the camera shoots. Magnifique.

Countdown: 6 days until Atlanta.

Pretty much my first serious roadtrip, since I don't really count driving around for two and a half hours a "road trip" (you know who you are). About a week with Richard, John, and Joe. And then I'll be back home long enough to re-pack and leave for Flo-rida.

Janet is really stoked about me being gone for almost two weeks. I reminded her she left for Africa and South Dakota last summer, a total of 3 weeks with a month in between. The guilt trips stopped shortly after.

But I jest. Things are going well. Hopefully I'll have that yob by the time I get to Baton Rouge again. If not...I'll be up a creek pretty badly. In other news, I found my old livejournal earlier this morning by sheer coincidence. I still remembered the password.

Such pain and sorrow inside that angsty, piece of shit website. I hate my younger self. Not in that "i hate everyone" way, but that "fuck I want to punch myself in the face for being so fucking stupid" way. Hunter, you'll be pleased to know there was a great deal of mentioning your name i that thing. Haha. Back in those days when I was a young fool.

Speaking of which, I'd like to thank you for helping me refine my definition of "love". Couldn't have done it without you friend. (P.S. that's a good thing. Don't take it as an insult...I know you women are touchy!)