What happened last Friday, August 26th was different in many ways. For one, I was in the midst of sorting out some intense emotional feelings. It was also a friend's 25th birthday and I got totally smashed.
What also happened, is some photography. Now, I'm one who just rarely has his picture taken. Partially because I don't particularily find myself to be all that photogenic, and partially because historically I haven't been with people who carry around cameras.
But apparently, when I'm smashed and out to have a good time, I do. I also secretly love having my picture taken whenever I can, anyway I can, doing whatever I can. I loved myself that day.
What also happened, is some photography. Now, I'm one who just rarely has his picture taken. Partially because I don't particularily find myself to be all that photogenic, and partially because historically I haven't been with people who carry around cameras.
But apparently, when I'm smashed and out to have a good time, I do. I also secretly love having my picture taken whenever I can, anyway I can, doing whatever I can. I loved myself that day.
Hm. If you read your journal entry, then what I wrote...
Hah!
I did the overwhelming emotions + friend's birthday a few months ago... all I could remember the next day was the pain I felt when my navel ring was nearly ripped out, and um, as strange as it sounds... comparing some big muscular guy to a cartoon steak. I even drew a picture as a comparison and autographed it for my best friend.
This concludes story time.