I don't know if I should be happy or sad
1 Comments Published by JKREW on Thursday, April 27, 2006 at 4:22 PM.
How should I feel when I find out the dame I went to prom or some kind of highschool dance (homecoming?) is married with child in the same hometown from 10 years ago?
Is that good? Bad? Is it sad that I'm struggling and floundering with my own future only a state away?
If you asked me this the same time two years ago I would say yes, it's sad. In my mind, I had nothing back then. You've read the story balh blah blah.
Now, at this present time, it's not that bad. I have a wonderful GF, a great job (that sucks sometimes but what job doesn't), I have a great hobby that I have the pleasure of sharing with said GF (which means the fucking world to me bytheway), great roommate, great dog (with allergies up the arse) and I have this great habit of using parenthesis (I know, crazy).
I have no idea where I'm going with this. I guess you can't ever go home again, leave the past in the past and when you want to see if there are any fellow highschoolers on MS, you should just surf for something else.
Like hardcore fisting dutch scat porn.
Is that good? Bad? Is it sad that I'm struggling and floundering with my own future only a state away?
If you asked me this the same time two years ago I would say yes, it's sad. In my mind, I had nothing back then. You've read the story balh blah blah.
Now, at this present time, it's not that bad. I have a wonderful GF, a great job (that sucks sometimes but what job doesn't), I have a great hobby that I have the pleasure of sharing with said GF (which means the fucking world to me bytheway), great roommate, great dog (with allergies up the arse) and I have this great habit of using parenthesis (I know, crazy).
I have no idea where I'm going with this. I guess you can't ever go home again, leave the past in the past and when you want to see if there are any fellow highschoolers on MS, you should just surf for something else.
Like hardcore fisting dutch scat porn.
I've had 2 or 3 classmates from highschool find me on myspace and say the ususal "hey! what's up! been a while! what have you been up to?". funny, we didn't talk much in highschool. it's been 6 years. AND YOU'VE GOT TWO KIDS AND YOU'RE ONLY 23? WTF.