Summer 2016

Been a while since I wrote. Let's see. I ain't seeing Kathleen. She said she don't wanna fuck. Not sure if it's me making her feel like I'm using her or she just really got into a situation where she feels like it's not the right thing for her right now. She's been really cool and the sex was amazing. Definitely an A. Saw Jacey before she went on her Europtrip. Smashed. Wasn't my greatest performance but I tried. She kinda got a bit chubs so it grossed me out a little. She prob looks better fit. What am I saying? So do a lot of people. It was Rob's birthday and we went skydiving last Saturday. I kinda just stopped thinking and started doing like in the early sections of The Untethered soul say. It was beautiful. I was living in the moment, falling from 13500 feet in the sky. From the airplane straight into the sky. It's such a completely different realm and you really do need to have your wits about you. You have to be able to orient yourself, discern top from bottom, learn to think in that environment and act. But it was so fun. I can't believe I had such an exhilarating experience as Emily said. I guess i don't really have much to say. I try not to think as much anymore since reading that book, which I would have but I don't. So, in the end I will just. Have to write my thoughts out til there is nothing left. Actually, I was thinking that I simply hate talking, but we gotta do it to communicate with each other. Of course in person is great, but I also like my comfort zone. However, I just jumped out of a plane, wtf do I care? I also work at Bierstrasse and its cool except for the 2 shifts a week scheduling, which is a good opportunity to find another weekday gig. I thought about TVI, but the hours are not going to work for my school time. Unless I take an online and a Research Project. I dunno how I mucked either of them up. Need the bread though to fix this shit.

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