It's All Wonderful Nights

I really don't know what's cause and what's consequence. I don't know if I am who I hang out with or I'm just really lucky to know the right people. No doubt a little bit of both.

They say change is good. Guess it is. I imagine it's a bit like balding. You don't wanna lose the hair, but taking pills is only gonna delay the inevitable (at best), so you just go with the flow. You might hate it all the time, but you also hate scumbags and dimwits, and it's even harder to stop those.

Which brings me to my point, that I'm so alike certain people it makes me feel normal, up to a certain point. I mean, Mario, for one, with whom I agree on just about nothing, but we survive in a pacific manner for three weeks. Natasha watches movies with me no one else would even feign interest about. Stefano, well, sometimes it's just freaky. Teo, guess he proves that mixed-race friendships aren't so stereotypical in the end (LAF).

And you all left. Well, some not really, but sometimes it just feels like it. And I'm sure you do it because you know it's right, but that doesn't mean I don't get to hate it.

I hope I haven't offended anyone not mentioned. You're what makes sanity worthwhile.

Well, sometimes you do go insane, because otherwise that would be like eating chili without pepper.




My god I hope chicks dig corny guys.

(On an unrelated note, it's amazing how Jesus said so many smart things (not only, but no one's perfect), yet ended up indirectly causing tons of deaths, torture, book burnings (gah), wars, greed, etc...Goes to show how mankind can take a bunch of cool ideas, make it into religion, and send the whole thing on a downward spiral. Ungrateful biatches)