thebeesknees

so, i'm back and the days i have left in sf before i go to school are becoming fewer and fewer... today i came back from backpacking with the boy at big basin. we hiked in and about and ate dinner at about 6:30pm. we did another short hike and were back at the camp by 7:30. we wanted to go back out, but we didn't want to risk being out on a trail in the dark, so we did the next best thing and fell the fuck out. we didn't wake up until 8:30 the next morning. no watching the sunset or rise, no dirty outdoor love-making, just straight up sleep. i told him that this is the most work we've done to get a good night sleep...

on another note, i tried to put up a bunch of pictures from my friend's show at 111 minna and of hawaii, but my pictures are too damn big. who know upping the resolution would make the kBs go up as well. goes to show how much i know about digital cameras.

so yeah, on my birthday i was a little tipsy and my boy and i were sharing secrets and i confessed that i kissed someone else while on a trip with a friend (i kissed someone i'll never see again, not the friend). mind you this trip was about 6 months ago. why i told him, i don't know. perhaps subconsciously i was trying to gauge his reaction to that sort of news since i'm leaving and you know, we will obviously be apart. so he goes, "you being drunk helps a little, but don't do it again". a pretty mild reaction, but then again what can you do? damn, was that fucked up to tell him or what? every now and then i get a twinge of guilt... but then it goes away.

what do you think? should relationships be conpletely honest or don't ask, don't tell? do you believe in the maxim that what you don't know won't hurt you?