electrohead

a.] If you're referring to my poor decision making, it's .. well, probably a poor decision. :[ I've been reevaluating this in the last couple days. Fucking haze.

b.] You & Porphyria should -obviously- go to Cedar Point. ;/ Duhhh?

Well, it's funny. Recognizing it from the start is -also- a two way street. Because then later, when you still get burned just as badly, the knowledge that you went in fully aware of the damage you'd amass is amplified in hindsight. Like, why the fuck would you knowingly set yourself up for what you're feeling in that moment? And yet, you did. For me, it wasn't that long ago, for one. For two, I have detailed journals of what lies in store for me again. Three, he's straight forward about it -- it's not a maybe scenario; there aren't just poor odds. And yet I'm here -- why?

It's good to be aware so that I don't get blindsided. But it's bad in that I'm the only one to blame. I can't say I was naive, which is easier.

Regarding Cedar Point -- I haven't been in a few years now, and I used to go at least once a summer, twice if I could. So I am drawing a blank on which one the Maverick is -- I don't think I've been on it either. Last I was there, the lines for the Dragster were just cooling down.

I had no idea you had such a sexy and creepy vehicle, or that you intend to inject with even more of the aforementioned adjectives.

Loves it. My old fifth element VHS (it's a old archaic rectangle device cave men used to use to entertain themselves, when tv's were still the depth of snorlax) was all shotty and destroyed in the oprah house scene because I used to put it in and just play that part when I would get ready the morning back in my high school days.

Nah, would not do to you... you're too pretty, you would get butthurt in jail.

::looks at blog::

You are redunkulush...

You're still here? Haha.

D'awwhh.