I forgot that i loved several things. novels set in india, written by young indian authors. english history, like henry the eighth, his six wives and their offspring. alanis morisette, because like her or not, there is a song in her discography that allows venting for any situation, see "hands clean" for something about my current one, kinda. and american sign language. why on earth would i abandon these?
should i move to denver? would this be a step backward? or is that just the stigma of being from wyoming and seeing it as an easy way out? a good question, although minnesota, having fucking glorious summers, still isn't really the right fit. so then where to? new york=cliche, california=cliche. i would have to think twice before turning down calcutta, guatemala, or anywhere in europe. what!? i don't have the money or the common sense to do any of those...so i guess i'm stuck in the teeth of the gainful-employment beast. how dreadful.
do you trust friends, no matter how fantastic, after a major breach of trust and respect? or do you forgive but not forget? and how do you keep someone from forgetting their wrong, without harping on it? i think its hard to say, because i feel like any fun or true friendship from here on out is slightly tainted, and would make it seem like what has happened didn't matter, when it most certainly matters. does the way i'm wording this blog make it apparent that i've watched too much of bri's sex and the city boxed set? is big really the right man for carrie since its all but sure that they marry in the upcoming feature length film out may thirtieth?
too many questions.
please make reading this worth your time by listening to MGMT's song entitled "time to pretend"
