rockin' entry tonight on this lovely snow day, the first of two that create a midweek weekend for north texas.
just eleven days till i turn ugly for a year. what a weird number, 19. like i always say; 18 is cool. 20 is cool. 21 = awesome. but 19... just awkward. it's a huge PRIME number. gross. i have no idea what anybody could possibly getting me, but i hope it's awesome and something i never thought of... that would definitely be a change.
i want a motorcycle. it would be so fun to not have to fight traffic and also be able to slip between lanes, telling the cop that it's legal in thailand. (it's true, you can do that in thailand.) my dad says it will drastically shorten my life span, but that's kinda what i was aiming for. i don't really want to be a guru. if i die tragically, that wouldn't be so bad. but in between (break a leg, paralyzed) doesn't cut it. all or nothing. all-in or expand. end it or keep going just as strong.
one more thing before i begin laddering: i really want to know more about that elusive group of people who have no proper name. these people own everything around them, they're nicknamed "it" people, or maybe are called "charismatic." how do i find that quality?
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