So, I know some people wonder why I don't drink. Or why I don't do a lot of things that people my age think are "fun" or whatever. Well, that's easy. I don't like to not be in control of myself. If I drink or do drugs, then I'm not the one making my own choices. I refuse to let anyone or anything else decide my own fate or actions.
So hey, sometimes I come across as a boring guy. Whatever. I'm not out to impress anyone. Besides, I already got my girl. I don't really care what anyone else thinks of me.
Speaking of! I can't believe how great things are doing since the, uh, well whatever. I don't like thinking about it and I think she's the same way. And in a way, focusing on just being Lizzie and Danny and not worrying about what's happened, but rather where we are and where we're going... I think that's gotten us closer. You know, you don't know what you got til it's gone, if you love something let it free, all that jazz. It really seems to be true in our case.
Why am I doing a blog? It isn't private like Lizzie's diary -- excuse me, journal. It's accessible to anyone even if I won't mention it. And there are things that I won't ever talk about. Like the times where I'm just a pain in Lizzie's ass. And I'm not even big on technology. So why?
Well I want to exist as I am in some form. Even if it's digital. If I ever change, I want something to be around to remind people, or even me, of what I was. And maybe one day I'll open up and share more of myself. Maybe that's how it'll have to be? Never know.
Anyway, I better go do something before Lizzie thinks I'm getting lazy and stuff by always spending time on here. And I have to go take another shower. She may appreciate me wearing Yankees stuff, and it may end up being a plus overall for me because of her reactions, but it still makes me feel dirty.
mood: anxious
listening to: Beastie Boys - Sabotage
So hey, sometimes I come across as a boring guy. Whatever. I'm not out to impress anyone. Besides, I already got my girl. I don't really care what anyone else thinks of me.
Speaking of! I can't believe how great things are doing since the, uh, well whatever. I don't like thinking about it and I think she's the same way. And in a way, focusing on just being Lizzie and Danny and not worrying about what's happened, but rather where we are and where we're going... I think that's gotten us closer. You know, you don't know what you got til it's gone, if you love something let it free, all that jazz. It really seems to be true in our case.
Why am I doing a blog? It isn't private like Lizzie's diary -- excuse me, journal. It's accessible to anyone even if I won't mention it. And there are things that I won't ever talk about. Like the times where I'm just a pain in Lizzie's ass. And I'm not even big on technology. So why?
Well I want to exist as I am in some form. Even if it's digital. If I ever change, I want something to be around to remind people, or even me, of what I was. And maybe one day I'll open up and share more of myself. Maybe that's how it'll have to be? Never know.
Anyway, I better go do something before Lizzie thinks I'm getting lazy and stuff by always spending time on here. And I have to go take another shower. She may appreciate me wearing Yankees stuff, and it may end up being a plus overall for me because of her reactions, but it still makes me feel dirty.
mood: anxious
listening to: Beastie Boys - Sabotage