Roll with the punches.

You know, it really isn’t my decision on whether I get anything. (I will say writing entries at home on my computer make it seem less wonderful, on a crappy 4 year old computer — But It’s A Computer, so don’t complain.) The camera, the computer, the Vespa, it’s “fate”, or, you know, some supreme being, maybe. How is me getting all depressed over it going to change anything? Nothing.

So that’s the change here. I guess recording NYC just wasn’t meant to be, but someday, someday I’ll have the camera, or maybe something else, God knows I want to be a filmmaker, and don’t get mad at me for having some faith, but you know, God will lead where God will lead, yes, blah blah.

Anyway, I had a good day yesterday, I fooled around with a girl, my first sexual experience since Jenn, and after she was done playing with my thing (my “penis”) to break the ice I said:

“So it’s kinda small, huh?”

(I meant it. Smilie.)

It was good, and it didn’t feel bad afterward either.

No one was used, or both of us were used, but at least it was mutual.

Anyway, I also talked to Sarah today, on the phone, and man, I love that yankee.

I want to lose weight, I’m going with what I have now, not what I want, not what I plan, just what I do.

This is wordy, sorry.

(The girl had nice boobs, and nice nipples.)

Well, since I know you read this, (and you probably don’t like this entry) thanks for trying to get me the loan mom, I love you too.

I told Sarah:

“I like music, I like you, I like movies.”

I hope I help Sarah likes she helps me.