Wednesday, March 30, 2005
to be honest the only reason im really pissed about my computer dying is because my playstation died at the same fucking time.
dammit.
oh, and i had a really dirty looking picture of a really dirty looking girl i wanted to post today. she'll have to wait.
my computer has died many times before. this one makes a total of six since i bought it in the summer of 2002. fucking a. only a couple of days into my post-pretty-girls-to-get-my-hits-up campaign, it looks as though its over for a while.
no jennifer ellison. no leeann tweeden. no more heidi cortez. no more jessica alba, who has a really comfortable bed. i spent last friday night finding out how sturdy it is too.
im pretty sure i had a couple of paris too, but her proverbial volume knob in my head has been turned down from eleven to about 2 and a half lately. the computer dying is almost like a reset button on the playstation.
start over.
continue.
move on.
get out of your room and to the library and on one of the old ibms and blog a post with no pictures and hey lazy jackass fucking get some shit done while youre at it.
fucking a.
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my computer died on monday morning.
fuck
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Sunday, March 27, 2005
 my bracket is completed decimated after this weekend. my final four is UNC, illinois, dook, and texas tech. good thing its not in any pools that are worth money.
roy and the boys landed at rdu airport around 9pm tonight. it took them an hour to get back to the dean dome where they walked out onto the court in front of about a thousand cheering screaming crazy fans. they were young and old and when the band played and melvin scott walked in waving the net from the syracuse regional the crowd went nuts.
thank you all for your support all season.
we went undefeated in the dean dome because of you.
but we still have two more games left.
we wont disappoint you in st louis.
points up to the rafters.
we're going to bring another one of those banners home for everyone to see for a lot of years to come.
thanks again everyone, but we're really tired, and im really hungry, so we're going to go home now.
goodnight.
when i was a freshman, this guy and this girl that lived down the hall from me both went and got tattoos of the big interlocking NC logo like the second week we were there. i thought they were crazy. now im not so sure. because if you have a tattoo no one can question your loyalty or your heart.
i bleed carolina blue. im sure of it. and all of my carolina loving heart tells me that this year will be a year to remember. our team is a team of destiny. our campus is more beautiful this spring than it ever has been. and after bitching about paris all this time, things just might be working out after all.
see you all in st louis.
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Saturday, March 26, 2005
 this is no way to live your life. not for me anyway, none of the sleeves on my trendy vintage tshirts could handle the weight of a heart as big as mine own.
they all have holes and paint and strange mystery stains all over them already. even the pink ones that say silly things like 'unrated version' or 'draft soldiers, not beer' on the front for everyone to see. conversation pieces in and of themselves, i tell ya.
i dont know about you, america, but if i saw a guy with a plain white tshirt with his heart hanging off the sleeve, my interest would be more than a bit piqued. especially if he only had three fingers and a stick for a leg. if nothing else, you could gossip about him at the party.
wow, he still has his?
hmm, his isnt as big as i thought.
dammit, hes wearing my shirt. dammit.
wait, why is he wearing red? doesnt he know who won last night and who didnt?
but back to the lecture at hand.
 the sleeve of a tshirt is no place for your most important of organs. there they are overexposed, to sad songs and basketball analysts alike. there they soak up pain and weigh heavy on your arms. there they run the risk of breaking under all that pressure. plus i hear that mass of bloody tissue doesnt take to kindly to rain sleet snow and the like.
the heart is the lonely child of pain and love. keep it in a safe place, deep down inside where the only people that can see it have an appointment and a suit and tie. take out that the police cd and chuck it out the window. actually, go find it and put in back in its case where it belongs.
someday a person will come along and you will meet that person and youll figure out in a hurry that by the third or fourth time they wont need an appointment any more. and when you bring it back out on your sleeve you wont have to worry about the silly emo kids screaming at your upper arm cuz there will be someone with a bigger one than yours to protect it. and finally all will be well in the land of pain and love.
hey, you know the expression about how anything good is worth waiting for. Sit tight.
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Friday, March 25, 2005
 the case against terri schiavo is legally sound. schiavo's husband has proof that terri gave her a verbal agreement indicating her desire not to live on life support alone. the unanimous decision of multiple higher courts against her is not the act of rogue activist judges, but fundamentally sound judgements emphatically confirmed across the board. the justices of the supreme court wont even hear the case, because they agree with the previous decisions.
but this case is not about the law.
in a country with common sense, this story is a non issue. a non issue to anyone not related by blood to the schiavos, that is. in a country with common sense, the question of the value of terri schiavo's life does not leave the schiavo's living room. no one would bring out giant replicas of Jesus dying on the cross for our sins and parade them thru the streets of florida. no one hires an anti-abortion lobbyist as their lawyer and shouts about choosing life. on good friday, no one would talk about the pain of anyone except our Lord.
because this case is not about pain.
when Jesus sat at the last supper, he knew that he was going to die. when he told the disciples this, they wouldnt have it. in their blinding love, each man not named ponchas wanted to do whatever they could to stop this from happening. and when they raised him up on the cross, hands and feet nailed to the the wood he was not spiteful. he did not lament his fate because he understood. he asked Father, forgive them for they know not what they do. and with that he passed, as some had wished and as some had not.
this case is about strength. the strength of those that have to let go and the strength of those who never will. michael must move on because he has a new wife and two children to raise, amid thousands of death threats from all those pro-life activists. the schindlers must fight on, because they dont see anyone laying in that hospital bed other than their star-cross'd daughter. the only thing they both want is whats best for terri schiavo. but the question is who will decide?
the question of life is not ours to answer. its ours only to learn.
and to accept.
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Wednesday, March 23, 2005
 i first kissed her on monday night. and for a second i forgot all about paris. i walked over to her place to watch a movie real late at night. i risked life and limb walking down dark streets all by myself. i found out that it was worth it though, cuz she came out on the porch to greet me even before i got there.
with no shoes on.
she had class in the morning and i had class in the late morning so we agreed that it was best for me to go home. no, she didnt want to get lunch after class. no, she didnt want to go to the new club in town on thursday night cuz this friday is the good kind that only comes once a year and theres no classes. things were not looking good and it seemed that mini mo might be singing the blues in the rain that night.
have you seen this movie before?
nope sure havent.
what? dont lie. everyones seen this movie.
im not lying. is that mischa barton?
yeah it is. shes like really young in this.
shes still really young.
not this young. do you watch the oc?
pause.
dont tell anyone.
hey, everyones got their guilty pleasure.
i had been playing with her hair all night. she was laying across the couch with her head in my lap, the only thing dividing us being an worn pillow. the chastity pillow, i called it.
she laughed. her hair smelled really good. i think i got some of it on my fingers.
after the movie was over she looked at the clock. then i looked at the clock and we both laughed.
i guess you sleeping here tonight.
i guess i am.
cuz i wouldnt want you to get raped or anything walking back this late.
good call.
we layed in her bed and talked. she told me about her ex boyfriends and how both of them hit her. she cheated on both of them to get them back. she told me about how her dad got layed off and now lives in boston to work and how he only gets to come home once a month. she told me about how when she met me at that party over the summer and asked me for a black and mild that she was really drunk and doesnt usually smoke.
i said thats surprising, because youre body usually does.
it was 530am. she smiled. we would have kissed some more and talked some more but it was really getting late and she really had class in a few hours.
and for a moment, the next morning, walking early on that crisp first day of spring, cool and dry with a sprig of breeze, for the first time in a long time, the shame wasnt so bad.
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Tuesday, March 22, 2005
 the discovery sun has a total of 10 life boats. they hang off the sides of the ship five a side all in a row. so in the rare case of a catastrophic accident at sea, that makes exactly 130 drunk college kids per life boat. its like titanic all over again. some would say it makes for a bad omen.
but they werent on spring break.
the last night before we left i told a girl at the bar that the only things i was looking forward to were clear salty beach water and fruity drinks with the little paper umbrellas in them. she laughed and said something about shopping for bathing suits, but by then it was too late. i was daydreaming. i laughed.
daydreaming on the highway however is not a laughing matter. especially at 7am and its dark outside and youre driving thru rural south carolina farmlands on i95. and then georgia and then all down the length of americas penis. twelve hours in all in a car with three other guys and one other case of gas. damnation, these bahamas or whatever better be fucking worth it.
i never thought that boats and alcohol went together but a boat full of drunk college kids and sailors who didnt check id's showed me why they should. and six hours after that, they unleashed us upon the island. and just like when you get served back, its on.
 we stayed at the port lucaya resort, a ring of pink two level huts surrounding the pool and the hot tub and surrounded by the marina. room 117 of the bahamian motel six was better than the sheraton across the street because the shops and laid back restaurants were closer. the shops and restaurants where $10 could get you either 3 tshirts, four shot glasses, or two shrimp and a corona. but the nobodys from road real world rules or whatever got all that for free, cuz they hung out with the dj and and the crazy host, who happened to look like an anorexic lil jon. yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaah.
the beach was absolutely stunning. everyday. the water almost glowed with the clearest turquoise like a bottle of bacardi silver. i stood in the water to my waist and i could see my feet. not that i was looking at my feet.
i believe in the sand beneath my toes, the beach gives a feeling an earthy feeling.
at night we all went to the square, the large open pavilion/dancefloor/stage surrounded by bars. it was jam packed with people every night, but two for five coronas and one dollar fruity carribean rum shots will do that. the dj for some reason felt the need to speed up every song he played, including dancehall remixes of usher and 50 cent over britney spears' toxic. everybody leaned back and raised up and did the a town stomp. we'd show up by nine every night and the pretty girls would too and we'd all dance the night away.
and after a five days four nights in paradise, it was time to get on that damn boat again. but the difference was a little bit of madness in a little month called march. six hours on the rocky seas on a ship with not enough life boats isnt so bad when youre parked in front of a 60 inch plasma widescreen tv
 with
high
definition
we spent the last day of break in miami, home of the heat and where money is a major issue. we'd bang pitbull out da trunk and cruised down south beach, home of tony montana and vice city itself. i saw palm trees and art deco apartments and thought of bloody chainsaws and motorcycle ramps. then we drove by shaq's house. and by drove by, i mean drove on the highway going over the bay in which the island where shaq's house resides is located. its pretty big, almost as big as his yacht.
yet another 12 hours driving on i95 later, we returned to chapel hill and officially began rehab detox mode. chill the fuck out for 48 hours and hope you make it to class on monday morning without puking. dont be jealous.
at 11am on monday, i walked into class looking alot tanner and feeling alot better. and with that it was done. it was over.
best week ever. spring break, we hardly knew thee.
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Sunday, March 20, 2005
maybe if i wasnt so in love with my digital camera than no pictures in posts wouldnt be such a big deal.
maybe if last week wasnt spring break, the yearly migration to hedonism for adolescent youth, than no pictures wouldnt really matter.
maybe if i didnt spend the last week in the bahamas under beautiful skies and 80 and sunny weather i wouldnt really care.
maybe if there wasnt a lot of evidence of exactly how great that vacation was, a lot of evidence that would probably get me fired in the real world, than the last two shitty posts would be much much better.
just maybe.
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bloggerbot/hello/picasa sucks.
so no pictures
no pictures=no posts
yet.
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Friday, March 11, 2005
 baseball is for punk ass bitches. period.
the most unathletic activity on the face of the earth, the most decadent, the most expensive and the most elitist is now pulling out their bollocks and tbagging congress in the face with them.
kinda like the gop does to the american people. everyday.
we are better than you. we spend more money, play more games and dominate the news by an totally unholy margin. anyone who watches espn in the summer knows what im talking about.
and the people hate it.
to real sports fans, march is all about college hoops. bubble teams and conference tournaments and championships. we want watch real games that really matter, and real athletes that can really play.
stop distracting us with insignificant news that take the focus off of the real issues. baseball coverage should talk about balco and creams and asterisks, not spring training or grapefruit games.
congress has hearings on a public issue that people want the government to investigate or ask questions about when no one else will. lynn cheney and the pmrc got their hearing in front of congress. the 911 commission got theirs too.
frank zappa john denver dee snyder all showed, without protest. so did colon powell. they had nothing to hide. they said their piece and congress and america got their peace.
but bud selig and donald fehr have more important things to do. like sweep syringes under the carpet.
baseball is full of shit. bonds is full of shit, cuz hes too full of himself to even address the issue. he wont even deny using them he so cocky. canseco is full of shit, but not about steriods or who used them.
selig wont allow anyone to dig deep and ask the tough questions. or even answer the tough questions. its none of your business, you have no right to know whats going on, we have our own laws and our own rules we answer to a higher authority than you. and until you realize that, we'll answer your direct questions with nothing but roundabout questions.
sound familiar? it should.
where are the wmds? freedom and liberty.
whos taking steriods? i dont know.
what about torture? youre racist.
what do you think about canseco's comments? he just wants dough.
who are we attacking next? no one, we're invading.
what about bonds? he didnt know the cream was steriods.
who is jeff gannon? youre a bigot who hates gays.
why dont you implement a zero tolerance policy? stop attacking our cba.
but dont you hate gays? no, i just believe in the sanctity of marriage.
why dont you come talk to us under oath? this is a gross misuse of congressional power.
its sad, cuz baseball would rather be certain that be right
and thats why theyre wrong.
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Thursday, March 10, 2005
 hey there ginormous man-eating crocodile.
whats up mo.
theyve been looking for you for a while now. im surprised they actually caught you.
im too old for running away from wildlife hunting humans anymore.
so what exactly do people taste like?
umm, i dont think i can comment on that due to the gag order issued by the judge in my upcoming civil case.
hmm, that seems to be going around.
yeah i guess. hows paris?
who?
paris? the chick youre banging?
oh, her. i havent talked to her in a solid month.
dude what happened? i heard you guys were all hunky dory.
actually no. shes with my friend that lives down the hall now.
dude, thats fucked up.
nah not really. i kinda deserved it.
what the fuck are you talking about?
long story man. i dont really feel like telling it.
dude, tell me or ill eat you. just cuz im 348 in croc years dont mean i cant track your skinny ass down and devour you in one swallow.
alright alright. paris met my friend turkish and started banging him. then her and i started banging. it was kinda behind his back, and i didnt want to, but i thought she was gonna end it with him. when she didnt, i ended it with her.
she ended it with you to stay with him didnt she?
yeah, she did.
man, you cant get down on yourself because of her bad decisions. it takes time for things like these to work themselves out. but they always work themselves out. hang in there big guy.
thanks man.
i gotta go though. theyre putting me out to stud in the pasture.
they stud crocodiles in the pasture?
hell yeah. where do you think steve irwin gets all his friends from?
haha right.
rock on, mo.
rock on, bro.
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Wednesday, March 09, 2005
On this day eight years ago, Christopher Wallace was brutally murdered in a drive-by shooting, and the music world lost his voice forever. Take this day to remember all of those we have lost too soon and stop the violence.  Notorious B.I.G. 1972-1997
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 a funny thing happened on the way to the dorm.
i ran between raindrops.
i just go all finished up at the library and in the midst of putting on my headphones i came out to find not a day beneath heaven but a night of glassy streets.
the thin yellow glow danced with pitterpatter and rustling chitterchatter leaves. if only it were that easy with the birds and the bees, itd be an easier thing to tell all the kids.
last year on spring break i went home and slept for days. i neither drank nor ate, and it was great in its own strange way.
i was at the library for hours, studying and researching and then looking up things but not in books. for some reason, the scenery was much more interesting than plato's organic theory of the state and philosopher-kings.
and i ran between raindrops.
this is where the running montage comes in. complete with closeup and rocky soudntrack theme music. but my own soundtrack playing on my ipod wasnt as grand cuz i forgot to turn on shuffle songs and instead of eye of the tiger i was on the first song on paris' new album. dont tell her, but i sold a few bootlegs of the advance copy she gave me.
because the worse thing music can ever be is predictable.
and then i get to the top of the stairs and, in my sweaty sweatpants and sweaty hoodie and i throw my arms up in the air in victory.
over the shoulder shot on the city. franklin street, the dean dome, hinton james dorm room 312 where mike lived his freshman year. zoom out with a wide angle lens.
yo, adrian!
i ran between raindrops!
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Tuesday, March 08, 2005
 dont even read the text of this article. just read the title. and then do something that dubya and co obvious dont do very often.
think.
about what you are doing.
no george, gonzales supports torture. his appointment wont help diplomacy with other countries.
so what.
no george, everyone thinks condi is an unbelievably conceited and self righteous elitist that the heads of other countries cant stand, which wont help out with diplomacy with other countries.
so what.
but george, you said you were gonna work on our diplomacy and try as hard as you can to bring the other countries back to the table.
i lied. and you fell for it.
so what.
and for some reason, it took a while for the red states to figure out what America has already known for a few months.
some of us have known for four years.
if you say one thing, and then turn onehundredandeighty degrees and do the exact opposite, the exact thing you said you wont do, what does that make you?
bill's lies didnt result in over a thousand american deaths, but he got impeached anyway.
bill's lies didnt let a person with made up credentials get a coveted white house press pass and toss out scripted questions to make the president look better than he really is, but everyone on the other side of the aisle called for bill's head anyway.
george's lies have done something even communism and the soviet union and the cold war coulndt even do, which is drive away all of europe from our side. and after his second successful campaign of confusion, he told us he would fix all that. like, im sorry blue states, i promise this time around ill listen to you guys too.
and laugh.
how
much
more
will
it
take
?
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Monday, March 07, 2005
passion defined. number one team in the country. go to hell dook. and as for the rest of you fuckers. see you all in st louis.
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Sunday, March 06, 2005
 twenty five days ago today:
carolina vs. duke is the best rivalry in all of sports. period.
baseball is not anything remotely resembling an athletic activity, so yanks-sox arent even in the running. i mean really, who cares about a bunch of overpaid, overweight dads playing catch.
college football is out cuz all the players are slaves of the money machine called the bcs. all bullshit.
rivalries arent driven by money. rivalries are driven by pride. pride for your school, pride for your teamates, pride for your fans.
pride for the name on the front of the jersey and not the one on the back.
at the end of the day, win or lose, a professional athlete gets paid. his kids eat, his wife shops. and ever once in a while, he gets a spot on mtv cribs. even latrell sprewell.
but rashad mccants doesnt do a throat slash playing against a school 10 miles down the road because he gets a bonus. he does it because he wants a W. no matter what.
north carolina basketball players have no contracts to answer to. no general managers. no agents.
just ghosts.
and banners.
and history.
and while a may paycheck speak louder, the ghosts will not be denied.
ever.
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Saturday, March 05, 2005
 this guy has it good.
hes someplace where its warm.
very warm.
he doesnt have to stress about bubbles or conference tournaments.
or number one seeds.
hes surfing, which means he has fun whenever he wants or he gets paid to have fun whenever he wants.
and every once in a while, if he dries off for long enough, he doesnt have to worry about bwi or bui or whatever the letters are in your state.
blogging while intoxicated.
i did walk home by myself last night. and i did meet someone drinking a midori sour.
and i did realize i didnt kneed paris, who i havent spoken to in weeks.
but other than that, everything that isnt a song lyric is made up.
because in case you didnt knotice.
i
shoulder length blonde hair.
lie
perfect skin.
about
no tan lines.
everything
shaved.
all those songs were playing in my head the whole night. little pieces here and there, like a drunk all star rendition of we are the wonderful world of entertainment, or something like that.
like yourself
or someone like you.
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Friday, March 04, 2005
 theres a good good time tonight.
tonight, i feel stronger.
goodbye goodbye.
before these crowded streets have no name.
i walked alone.
all the way home.
it was all i could do not to shout at the top of my lungs.
i dont need her.
sean may led us to the promised land tonight. 1000 career points, career high 32, averaging a dsquared and the acc title.
i dont know how i could ever be sad.
oooooo and it makes me wonder.
hi what are you drinking?
midori sour.
but
its green.
well i dont care. cuz the ashtrays full
and im spilling my guts.
im erica. and im renee. and im elaine. nice to know you.
i just want you to understand
theres no need to keep waiting
another day another hand, it could be so different.
if only you tried you would move on.
but tonight you get it right
you will make a difference.
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Thursday, March 03, 2005
i need a nap. actually, check that. give me a fucking beer.
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Wednesday, March 02, 2005
 i have to study. a lot. especially this week just because i have a bunch of tests on the same day, that day being thursday
the only things that really gets me through are two cups of coffee a night and my special custom made ipod study playlist.
Mo's Studying a Shitload iPod Playlist (aka "Nightmix"):
2pac "Life Goes On"
Goo Goo Dolls "Iris (acoustic)"
Seether ft. Amy Lee "Broken"
All-4-One "I Swear"
Oasis "Champagne Supernova"
Story of the Year "Anthem of Our Dying Day"
Fuel "Shimmer"
lostprophets "Goodbye Tonight"
lostprophets "Last Train Home"
Edwin McCain "I'll Be (acoustic)"
Our Lady Peace "Life is Waiting For You"
Kid Rock "Only God Knows Why"
KC and Jojo "All My Life"
Sarah McLachlan "Adia"
Sevendust "Angel's Son"
A Perfect Circle "3 Libras"
Sublime "Santeria"
Righteous Brothers "You've Lost That Loving Feeling"
Taking Back Sunday "New American Classic"
Evanescence "My Immortal"
Third Eye Blind "How's it Gonna Be"
Nelly ft Tim McGraw "Over and Over"
The Darkness "Love is Only a Feeling"
Peter Frampton "Baby I Love Your Way"
Incubus "Drive"
Counting Crows "Long December"
Green Day "Wake Me Up When September Ends"
Mario "Let Me Love You"
Yellowcard "Empty Apartments"
Hoobastank "Running Away"
Kelly Clarkson "Since You've Been Gone"
Eve 6 "Here's to the Nights"
Dispatch "The General"
David Gray "Babylon"
Blink 182 "I Miss You"
Hootie and the Blowfish "Let Her Cry"
Marvin Gaye "Let's Get it On"
Brian McKnight "Anytime"
Fugees "No Woman, No Cry" (RIP Bob Marley)
Skid Row "I'll Remember You"
DMX "How's It Goin' Down"
i know i know this little soundtrack is a little mind numbing, but its supposed to do that. just enough white noise to block out everything, and a few gems here and there to keep my mind from wandering.
coming soon! Mo's very own custom made ipod playlists from his car and club! listen to what Mo listens to, whether you're big pimpin' in your hoopty, or gettin' jiggy on the dancefloor! guarenteed to get you laid! coolness and individuality sold separately.
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Tuesday, March 01, 2005
 if you come here looking for enlightenment, then surely you must be disappointed. on a daily basis. likewise for spirtual nirvana, world peace, and truth. because frankly, i have no idea what the truth is. i dont know if i can handle the truth. because alot of my days are filled with motions without emotions and routine of the worst kind. class food sleep blog class food sleep class sleep food blog sleep. or something like that. the ancient story of the phoenix talked about how, after 100 years, this bird would set itself on fire and burn itself into a pile of ashes. and from that same smoldering pile of ashes a brand new bird would come out and do it all over again. whenever i heard the story i always wondered how he made it to a hundred in the first place. cuz if get to hang around as long as montgomery burns, then theres gotta be a few decades in there somewhere where shit just wasnt going right. where life was boring and routine and completely without emotion. and then id want to cash in my little burning to ashes routine a few years early, just to get a fresh start if nothing else. but i think there should be some catches on the whole fire thing. a few simple things, just to make sure when you come back youll know it was all worth it. around the world of emotions in 80 days. you have to have a really really good day. its has to be 80 and sunny so all the pretty girls are out with little skirts and dresses. and it has to make you feel really good. then, you have to see one of you friends get hurt. right in front of you. not fatally, but enough for him to writhe around on the ground in pain and scream fuck fuck fuck a whole bunch of times. he has to go to the hospital and you have to wonder if hes ok for a couple of days. then you have to have the most boring week of your life. then you have to hear about that girl, that girl that makes your tummy tingle, with another guy. a guy you know. a guy that lives down the street or down the hall. you have to regret ever falling for her and you have lay in bed without food or showering and listen to boyz II men 'end of the road' on loop for three days straight. and when you come out of your lovesick coma, you have to take a shower and go out with two of your closest friends for a wild night on the town. go someplace where the beer is cheap and flows like wine and theres good loud music. cuz its only in a place like this where good times are born. and the last thing you have to do is at the end of the night, when its time to go, you look your friends in the eye and tell them you could never have made it through any of this without them. you have to tell them you are leaving and not coming back. not to any of this at least. and they both understand, because you did make it through. cuz even though youre leaving behind all the bad things, there are still alot of good things in those ashes too. some of them are good ashes. and when its finally time, youll turn away and walk down the street alone for the last time. back to your place for the last time. back in your bed for the last time. back of your eyelids for the last time. and then you wake up and its a brand new day.
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