I'd feel kind of lame because I really don't think I've accomplished much. I'm not married, don't own a home, no kids. Actually, that might be a good thing.

I've dropped out of college to watch more baseball, taken over the counter pills at a one a half-hour/month rate for 2 months, turned down fantasy sex from , and caused a fat girl to nearly kill herself from shame and it's barely been over a year and a quarter since i graduated. and i've hardly done anything despicable in 10 months.

awesome.

shoulda had the fantasy sex though.

no shit, but I had jagged off at least 5 times within the two hours before then and didn't want to embarass myself too badly. What Would Keith Olbermann Do? and what hair gel would he use to get his point across, i didn't have these advantages. My hair was still wet and my hairline seemed more receding than ever and i was halfway through shaving parts of my upper body to make myself look like someone who cared about their apperance beyond the old navy button up and uncombed uneven hair that made me feel like the little boy I should have made her feel like. and what not, but now that i haven't gotten on any of her friends I feel like the biggest shithead in the universe. So, fuck you Keith Olbermann and Sudan Hughsane.

is it:

jagged off?

or

jacked off?

10 Year Reunion -- I helped coordinate, found out I was "popular" (uh yeah...whatever), everyone and their brother was married (I'm sorry for you), had already popped several kids. But I helped celebrate my evening by taking an eight ball and polishing it off with my best friend.

20 Year Reunion -- I got kicked out of the reunion committee by my two best friends (they've since gotten over it), lost a bunch of weight, busted the party, had old, fat, balding, divorced former football players hit on me, saw girls who looked like they had been rode hard and left out wet, saw the "star athlete" had a face lift (and laughed my ass off about it). I should've taken an eight ball.

Sometimes its both.

No H.S. reunions for me. I went to an art school. Everyone's too disorganized to organize a reunion.

I did go to a special retirement party for my old art teacher (who I loved). That was awhile ago. There weren't a lot of major changes in people's lives just yet.

I'd be into going to one though. I was lucky and had good friends back then. 2003 would have been my 10 year one (we only go up to grade 11).

But... I did happen to look through an old photo album last night, which was kinda cool.

And... my bf from high school just called me this moring, which was kinda weird. We stayed in touch for years afterwards but lately he's been a little weird (read: went into activist burnout and became a dealer). Anyway...