products of environments....
it's curious that everyone blames me specifically for relationship woes....truely unfortunate, but if i must, i'll be their lil "scapegoat" of an excuse to crutch upon....what are friends for anyway??......
how easily are we most influenced by those around us? if you think about it, how much of what actually comes out of our mouths is truly original? and even if you thought it were, most likely it would coincidentally be something that someone else originally came up with too hence is it still original? but even if you were consciously regurgitating adapting and rationalizingly re-creating, it's quite hard to escape the reality that you are probably and pretty much so a nice copy of the person next to you....loptop,wssuh yo,angels...angels,JUST RELAX,uuuhhh,TOITE LIKE A TOIGER,wutta homo.....inescapable really......and most recently evident....look at the barrage of photos on this page completely supplementing the lack of text--it's gotten to the point where not only do i POSE for the damn pictures, i take quite decent self pictures...ridonculous...i almost feel competitive with victor on the topic of picture taking....hahaha....
definitely don't hang out with rich enough.....we're doing up a relay this weekend....probably last weekend of the year...and dora....I EAT DAMMNIT....crif crif crif....PABST! JAEGER!...pomme frites...yummmy.....
ekhym.....
it was good seeing the top gun again....it's been a while, but she's still the same intense loudspeaker of FURY.....as if losing one eardrum at "AHHH>..HIYYEEEE>>>>HUG HUG" wasn't enough, you better have brought your A game or else say goodbye to all manhood upon inebriated drinking-game defeat......we love ann anyway.....
the swan lake of beer pong....a truly beautiful harmony of UNREAL shots....golden wrists man...!
quarters is intense....but..yes..WE OWN THIS TEAM....(i think jess smokes crack)
we've completely abused frank for just about as long as i've known him....to the point where he's gone home early because his shirts wet and jack and coke is dripping down his naked body into his pants, to the point where he takes his beer glass to the bathroom with him in fear of chugging soju spiked beer if he didn't, to the point where he's broken 4 pairs of glasses, to the point where he's been so wasted he's run directly into walls....and in saying so, he's been on quite a week of revenge slopping soondoobu in victor's bag....and completely hazing the shit out of me last night....forget poor frank....POOR ME!
slowly...and very slowly, engrish is coming back to me.
i now understand why everyone in california is a muscle headed beast....we biked from venice beach down to the santa monica pier passing by jungle gym after jungle gym...and honestly, rather your typically kiddie slides and ladders, im noticing olympic caliber equipment strategically placed into an open sanded area....kids don't hit the playgrounds without getting their full 2000calorie workout....hence by their teens - "mooskulls...."
