I'd like to start off by saying that a girl that I dated in high school - albeit briefly - is now dating a 50 year old black DJ. That's pretty gross. Makes me want to get my priorities straight. Just think of it this way: At least I'm not Scott. Who's Scott you ask? I guess when I get married to Kat, he'll be my brother in law. So, he's my girlfriend's sister's husband. Not that it matters. He's a nice guy and all, but it bugs me that my mother in law has an orgasm every time she sees him. It's fucking weird. I think I will model a character after him in a story.
Anywho, I write these journals to sort of get my thoughts on track. Any track. It doesn't even matter. There's just these little things that still upset me. You know what they say though: Time heals all wounds. I think Jesus said that. The real question here is: What sort of things do I want to work on intensely? Sign Language? Maybe. Shit. I still feel as though my mind will never quite be on track here.
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