It's getting close to the anniversary of those vows I made. And I only finished one of them. 33% of what I really wanted to do isn't done. So basically I'm failing at life.
Today I went down to the shore again. I swore by the muskrats and the distant towers that I would find a girlfriend. I swore by the grove and the frozen pond that I would make something. And I swore by the Mini-Cooper that I would wash my sheets. It helps to have a goal you know you'll actually achieve.
Burning Crusade comes out tomorrow. It'll fill time, but it won't fill me. I just don't know how to go about doing the things that I really care about.
Fuck.
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So if getting a girlfriend is your goal, does that mean that just by getting her you've scored?
While it's icy you stay the hell away from that lake.
WHO ARE YOU, MY MYSTERIOUS TORMENTORS!?
That's right. I interrobanged that shit.
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