Wallowing in my own chaotic.

(I’m going to go ahead and assume this was the start of what I will refer to as, “the metasin period”. The drunken debauchery that took place in that establishment is the stuff of legend, and I was smack dab in the middle of it. Despite the often terrible emo music, I danced like a wild person, and ended up on a wall full of women and boobs more times than is probably healthy. Nevertheless, it was good times.)

 

 

October 21st, 2005.

fun people are fun people, period.  I find that in life, there is a strict barometer in terms of enjoyment in the company of others.  With some, you can be at the most entertaining and enjoyable place built, yet, there will be some way that your company will find fault, and it will spoil the fun you might have enjoyed.  Yet, there are others out there, who can come to the most drab of places, and light it up with a smile and pure enthusiam.

Those seem to be the ones to hold on to, and enjoy future times with.

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