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Sunday, August 9, 2009 @ 12:30 AM
[ The last time I ever said anything ]


The last time I wrote was on June 27th? Damn, that's almost two months ago.

I suppose if I started writing (and I very nearly said 'wroting' instead of 'writing' - time does things to a person) about everything that I've been up to the past two months I would be forced to cause my weak, ailing, contemptible memory to break down and fall into the void for all eternity.

So let's not go there. Trying to remember TOO hard, that is.

So all I can say in as general terms as possible is that Sean returned in one piece, there was a piece of turquoise, there were countless dvds, many stayovers, a fuckload of movies, a little twigman keychain, the meeting of new party people, the cancellation of my WoW subscription (ends 25th August), my current job and its convolutions and ramifications, the great enjoyment I have gotten from spending the money earned from my job, thoughts of wanting to go overseas (somewhere, anywhere) with (somebody, nobody) just for a change in scenery, and being in a constant state (and process, I suppose) of self-realization.

At times, when people question who I am, or my principles, and I start thinking about it... I'm just like, "This is it. This is really me." There is no other way to say it. Sure, I believe that in time, with more experience(s) and varying environments, I might change. But my foundation? It's pretty much set. I'm broken in like a housedog who's learned to take a shit on the lawn and only on the lawn. Woof.

Now that I think about it again, A LOT of things have happened. But now that those incidents have faded away into obscurity (which is why I didn't remember them til now), and so have the people, and it all isn't even a blip on the radar anymore.

Tiresome, detestable people will always come into our lives, and it's up to ourselves to ensure that they either stay out of our lives or depart in good haste. I will not tolerate such utter rubbish in my life, honestly. If you aren't deserving of my attention (and I mean this in no egotistical way whatsoever), I really won't bother with you. All this I refer to as only the people close to me, because I can help who I am close to, even if I can't always help who the auxillary folks in my life are.

At the end of the day, you are who you associate yourself with. Like calls to like, after all. And I read somewhere that you're the average of the 5 people you hang out the most with. If that's true, I feel incredibly proud indeed. Thinking about the people I am close to and the people I care alot about really makes me glad that I have these people in my life. And as trivial and as flippantly simple it all sounds, I completely mean it.

If someone seems too good to be true, don't dismiss it - they really just might turn out to be that fucking awesome. Give everyone a chance... and if they fail that chance, they can just jolly well fuck off because they just aren't worth your time.