All or nothing or some.

I make bad decisions sometimes and I don't think I worry enough about it. Moderation, impulsiveness, and self-control: I have problems with them. Or lack them. But, I figure, if things work out in the end then it's alright. So it's okay, I guess. Or close to it.

I am not all that worried about it.

I feel like I have something important to say, but I can't think of what it is. It's just this feeling over having something on the tip your tongue. No words, no ideas, just a feeling. It's frustrating. I should make something up.

There's a rope swing outside my dorm. I swung around on it. I pretended I was Indiana Jones. But my arms were too tired from rock climbing to keep holding me up. I also had Dippin' Dots today for the first time in my life.

I was not impressed.

Comments

Cam said…

Dip 'n Dots suck.

P.S.: word verification: genitle

April 28, 2009 at 4:11 PM

Gabe said…

Is that some kind of old variant of 'genital?'

April 28, 2009 at 5:28 PM

Side effects include constant irritability, being an ass.

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