welp

15 days and no entry. It's not that I don't have anything to write about. More boys like me and i like less and less of them. Except one. That's it. If nothing happens with him I'm joining the army. In fact I might join it anyway. I want to go into broadcast journalism. It's what I'm supposed to do. I could get so dang far. I will do this, no boy will stand in my way. It WILL happen. I swear to you.

Bum.

I need to be more personal. Noone reads this blog, right?

In all thats holy in february

"Mom, romance is dead. It was acquired in a hostile takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized, and sold off piece by piece."
-- Lisa Simpson

Ah valentines. In honor of this gag reflex inducing holiday, I'm going to count all the many of boys I have kissed.

1. Ken, in a half built house, i was 12.

2. Anon, at classic skating new years millenium.

3. Eric, in his basement, I was 17.

4. Jared, in his car in front of my house. It was my 18th birthday.

5. Brandon, at Vortex. In march.

6. Dave, in my sebring, august 7th 2004.

7. James, in front of the seminary building, nov 4th 2004.

8. Ben, under Kelly Clarkson fireworks, july 2nd 2005.

9. Rapey Mcraperape, Christian's girlfriends apartment. Blank my mind I don't want to remember.

So there you have it, 9 boys. Is that too many? I would submit that it is.