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briefus (briefus) wrote,
@ 2005-08-19 13:46:00
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    the tunnel begins to show light
    Today started out as normal as it usually does. Same old routine that goes on for a normal work day. However about 20 minutes ago I started thinking about what this weekend has to offer. I'm off sunday(the only day in about 14 in a row) so we all know what that means. Saturday night is going to be one wild fiesta...right? of course, I've got plenty of money to blow on party favors, which is what would typically happen. However, a thought occured to me that I have a freakin' date saturday night. Not that this is anything unusual, but this with a girl, who would probably call 911 if I was to bring the things I usually do, around her. She's the girl you watched walk across the stage to receive a high school diploma, and you start questioning whether she even went to the school. Somehow, our completely opposite lifestyles crossed paths on monday night as we were both enjoying margarita monday at the local mexican thing led to the next, and before you know it, I wake up the next day with a phone number in my pocket. this girl is a gymnast, probably never even had a drip of alcoohol touch her skini untill she was 19 or 20...someone I usually would be seen dead with. BUT, something came over me and thought this would work. So right I don't know what I'm feeling, I'm nervous, anxious, almost scared because I don't know how to act around these kinds of girls. Could this lead to a path of corruption and chaos? IT Wouldn't be much different for me, but I don't want to be the one responsible for taking a good girl and flipping her over the edge...wait a minute...maybe I do. Maybe that is the whole reason I'm doing this anyways... I mean, who DOESN'T enjoy a challenge here and there? Anyone can take a normal girl out and binge off kokaine for a weekend, right?
    So, as I sit here, wishing I could be at the local pool hall, I still don't understand what I'm doing with this. Maybe I thought she could be the one that could pull me out of the lake of insanity my boat has been so aimlessly twirling around in. Or maybe I'm just bored with the people that are around me on a daily basis. Honestly, I don't know what the hell is going to happen, but it would be nice to find a nice fire to sit around for a couple months. This could be just what I need.

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