Sugar Never Tasted So Good.

My plan to post every day failed, just like we all knew it would.

So, I didn't make the Junior World's Team. I wasn't really upset when I found out either. I think subconsciously i knew that I wasn't going to make it, which allowed me to slowly deal with the failure rather than having it thrown in my face on April 3rd. I'm still not upset. Ultimate is pretty tight but really she's prettier.

I wonder if Chappy reads the archives. I wonder if writing that is a digital shooting of myself in the foot.

So now I'm going to Mexico. In like 7 days. For like 45 days. I'm going to drink beer and play chess and never wear a shirt and sleep in the sun and bob in the ocean and try my best not to think about anything but my breathing. and life being perfect.

because really, it is.

I tight rope walked today and that was pretty tight. When you start something completely new, the initial progress and learning curve is so great that you just feel accomplished. 'Oh! I got my foot to stand still on the rope!', 'Oh now I'm standing!', 'I took a step! I'm across the whole thing!'. For some reason the experience really affected me.

Tickets to the fire ballet are $55. No way, Jose.

I can't feel goo about blogging during the day, because it is always so sunshiny and beautiful outside, so I always post at night when I'm tired and don't really want to say anything. I broke Chappy's Dad's wooden pizza thing and I never got a chance to replace it. He also found the Franzia apparently. Which is a perfectly good $10 bag of wine down the drain, probably literally.

Kaz got snaked for all kinds of money. Well, not so bad I guess.

I feel like such an idiot for writing about such insignificant shit.



I just don't want to be the 'other guy'.
but I do.
but do I?

its really impossible to take the problem seriously when I'm leaving in a week for six.

only Shane understands. everyone else get out of here.