I'm talking at my future.
The possible turns my life could take. I am sitting here, and I have no idea where I will be in 5 months. And i feel as if i should be a lot more worried than i am.
i don't know where i am going to school or where i am going to go serve. and i don't know for sure which comes first. and i'm not writing this for advice. to be perfectly and precisely honest that's the last thing i want.
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hmm...a late night visit to chubbies seems like in order..but you-in KC, I-in IC..so hmmm
unfortunately technology has yet to advance that far...yet...
Zane
hey. this isnt advice. if you think it is then just re-read it in the voice of the tobias (do these effectively hide my thunder?) and you'll know its not. but i remember similar feelings at about this time of year 03. and look at what happened. i got parasites, stalkers, and a serious appreciation for montezumos revenge. So buck up, there, smashed-nose! There's still time for diarrhea... But I swear that wasnt my point going into this. YOU KNOW!
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