wannie

Well, maybe it's time for my 6th journal entry in over a year. My last two actually got a combined total of 3 responses.

Yep, this kind of popularity has its drawbacks. Like, it's hard to walk down the street without everyone rushing toward you, and then asking you to kindly get the fuck out of their way. Or, as I discovered while riding my bike with a backpack and camping chair on my back and a cooler in my right hand, people also crave being right in front of me. They espcially prefer to appear there unexpectedly. And when all you have is your left hand on the handlebars, that means all you have access to is the front brake, which means all your scrotum has access to is the handlebars.

But, once that unfortunateness was out of the way everything went great. Me and my best friend and my girlfriend went swimming in a lake. Trent and I took turns shouting at Betty to "watch this" and "count how long I can stay under". It was like being ten all over again. Oh well, back to acting like I'm 12.