so everyone has been asking me about my 4th of july. mainly because i pretty much set out to defy the dream i mentioned a few blogs ago. my outfit, while not strategically picked, was one of those that even fashion retards like myself look in the mirror and say to themselves "well hello there, sex kitten." my destination, while not the prime 'hey baby wanna hook up' location, was a party attended by quite a large number of college baseball players. it was just the perfect night to be on.
and goodness me, was i on.
to plead the 5th, in a sense, i will spare you. i am finding that my sitcom/drama of a life has more juice to it than fiction. i am really having major moral dillemas about putting things up here that involve other people in my life. i don't want my friends and family and anyone who talks to me ever to fear that i might use them in my writing... and in a sense expose them to the masses.
i guess im just saying that if you all buy one of my books later on down the road and you read something that blatantly involved you... chances are... it was about you. the truth is too good to change it. i apologize in advance. maybe i should just save all of my writing and leave it to someone to have it published after i'm dead. that way i can't hurt anyone or get in trouble.
yeah... good plan.
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