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It's a good thing I brought this bag.

One of my worst qualities is that I tend to obsess about things. I have obsessive tendencies. Especially when it comes to bad things. Even more so when it comes to bad things about myself. Like something I screwed up or did poorly on. I, for whatever reason, carry that weight around my neck as quickly as possible and never really let it go. It burns holes in me. And I think about it all the time.

Maybe that's some kind of self-destructive bullshit I've got going on.

I've been thinking a lot about traveling. I want to go somewhere. Well, I want to go to a lot of somewheres. Just pack up and check out a whole bunch of places. And also film it. I've been thinking a lot about that, too. I want to make a travel show called Gabe Goes Places and it'll be about me going places and doing cool stuff. And every episode will start the same way: with me yelling into the camera, "My name is Gabe and I go places." And then, with my adventure bag, I'll show people what it's like to go places and do things. I kind of want it to be a mix of travel documentary, Bill Nye styled variety science presentations, and surreal comedy. Probably targeted at kids. Or people like me. You know, grown up kids.

All I need to do is find my fearless camera crew.

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Cam said…
I'll hold the mic.
November 9, 2009 at 7:13 AM
-~- said…
If you get that set up... I wanna go XD
I'll be part of the camera crew
December 5, 2009 at 10:43 AM
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