They call it the “Quarter-life Crisis.” It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn’t know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren’t exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don’t recognize is that they are realizing that too, and they aren’t really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. You look at your job… and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn’t. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, CHANGE is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can’t meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren’t a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself… and while winning the race would be great, right now you’d just like to be a contender! What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure
this whole thing out.
Archive for February, 2008
Is this what I have to look forward to???
Wednesday, February 27th, 2008The Drapes Match the Carpet!
Monday, February 25th, 2008I need dick!!
Wednesday, February 20th, 2008I need to be fucked. Plain and simple. I need a big massive pulsating throbbing cock shoved up into my sweet tight little pussy to make me feel better. It aches for a good juicing. I could even go for some sweet anal action. Imagine that Micah Moore has not had sex in a week!! WTF, right??? I keep going to bed at night and I wake up with my puss all excited and cream in my underwear… thats a sign I need to get railed! Someone come fuck me!!
Happy Valentines Day!!!
Thursday, February 14th, 2008HAPPY VD DAY EVERYONE!! DON’T CATCH ANYTHING!!
CrAzY WeeKenD!!!
Sunday, February 10th, 2008..and so the adventures begin… and never end…
No smokes! Bad driver! I got weed! Hang out!
“No dirty movies.” Fake conversation. Hot Pants! AARON MCNEAL!! Trusting guy with truck. Flash the truckers. KMART carousel. NO SLEEP. Drunk Mike. Dine and Dash… rowdiness at Denny’s! Party! Naked swimming. Skylars. RAMEN! RAMEN! RAMEN! Shank a bitch. Pine Street!! RIOT! Hitchiking. Redneck Ravers and gangsters. ANDY IS INSANE. roman candle wars. MOUGLI! “SKANKS!” (sex) Cottage cheese. 7-11 trips. MIKE JONES! Clothes drop. Truck BED. Robbery, underage drinking, homeless drifting. MIKE FREAKED OUT. “I AINT RAMPIN’ SHIT!!!!” Nosetouch. EAT IT BITCH! Puddle Drop. Crazy aunt farts. Taquitos. PANHANDLING! Trainhopping. O-TOWN SKATE BOYS. Fountain fights. (points finger at nose) INCEST!!! McDonald’s BUM FLAPS! “Atleast yours talks to you!” Fuckbuddies. GIGGLES! Wake that bitch up! Myspace Creeps. WWAAAYYYNNNEEE!!! Euro. Hairdye. CRAZY GRANDPA. Lucky Man Game. Catshit. Gnomes. Turtles. Kitties. Driving to nowhere. Flying Booze. ANTS! Free bike! Herpes dream. PARTY. BEEEEEEEEERRRRRR. OL’ E!!! Beating bums with belts! Free Pizza. plugs. NO SHOES! (Jamie! Sister! Love!)
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