Maki, party of 14....
Spending my day in South Bend, Indiana has been great. It's been one of those days where the weather is just about perfect. The sun is bright, the clouds are nowhere to be found, the temperature is mild and the breeze is just cool enough. In other words, gorgeous. So gorgeous that even though I only got 2 hours of sleep last night and spent the entire day walking around campus with 13 other members of my extended family, I'm still in a great mood and didn't get in an argument with a single one of them. Though after the 36,817th picture taken on one of their 8 cameras, (yes 8 cameras for 14 people, and I left mine at home) it was fairly tempting. But still, my overall good mood kinda of makes me wish every day could end up like today.
Or maybe it's just my manic depressive azz acting all bipolar again. Speaking of that, anyone still friends with me after this week? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller....?
More to come, but for now it's nap time for me.
Not that this post gives you much to say, but yes, you're allowed to comment again. Enjoy.
posted by Maki @ 4:20 PM
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9 Comments:
I'm afraid I missed the whole hullabaloo from earlier this week, so I have no position on it in any respect.
Good to hear the weather is treating you well. Blue skies here, too, for JFF 2006. The documentary Fuck at the San Marco was a joy to behold on Thursday night. Sorry you missed it.
I'm thinking about it. I don't know if I can be friends with another bipolar person cuz then we'd just cancel each other out and be all normal like. And that'd be just weird.
I'm having trouble keeping up with your moods. Does this mean you forgive us, or that you're seeking forgiveness?
Bit of both, actually. More just wanting it all to be in the past and left there at this point.
Consider Mak-Dog 5K's enforcer in the hizzzzzouse!
This is my man. If he was pissed at me (he knows I haven't read shit about shit. That doesn't change anything, o' course. I support his right and he knows that I would kick the holy hell out o' me to satisfy a promise), but I say, fuck it.
Let's get back at this blogging shit.
Dog, you and I had a dream starting this nonsense. We'd have blogs controlled by no one or nothing. Let's keep that hellafied gangata shit rollin'.
From here on in, we write what we want, when we want. Comments? We never cared about them before. Let's stop caring about them now.
Let's carve our names into their motherfucking chests, brother.
Let's do this thing.
Matty's right... I have lost sight of why I started doing this in the first place. Gotta get back to the attitude I started this with.
Pissed that the one week I'm not there we have a double-header in kickball. Dammit!
I was SOOOOO fucking drunk when I wrote that last comment.
Oh, I'm actually entertained by violent mood swings. However, my advice is to stay in brightly lit rooms as much as possible. You'll have a better chance of staying on the happy side of the two poles :)
Hey, you know I'm down with your violent mood swings. But only if you quit apologizing to us for having them.
High for Owego, NY today: 53.
High for JAX today: 96.
I can't fucking wait.
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