:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 9.11.2002 ::

Here is what is important:

I am not dead. Girlfriend did not kill me because I locked her out of her house. She forgave and forgot, which makes her a better person than I who can merely forgive (and even then it's sometimes a little weak).

This whole group project thing went very very sour very very fast. After only one week, the group memebers are very much pointing fingers and passing the buck and throwing in the hat. I don't think anyone is pointing fingers at me, and I'd like to think I put some pretty good effort in to all of this, but the group is decidedly "busted." I wish people laughed more. Or didn't take professional criticism personally.

And as much as I tried to keep it a nine-eleven-free blog today, I do have a little something to say: Public greiving seems a lot like public prayer - a little shallow and a little hollow. All I know is that if someone killed someone I cared about, I wouldn't want it on the news everyday.

I still have more stuff to talk about - it's still to come. Just not right now, sweetie, I have a headache...
:: Freddy F. at 2:51 PM [+] ::