how old do i feel? right now, four hundred and seven. it's been a long week, and everyday it's been "well, i can go to bed early tomorrow." now, when i should be going to bed, i have no reason to put it off any further, i refuse to give in simply because i don't have to get up in the morning. i never feel much younger than 22, thats probably a good indication of my youth, refusing to recognize how green i really am. some days i feel really old, but not wise. my perspective on age has been severely bent this last year. i'll qualify that statement someday.
i've been in k.c. almost a year. sometime this month, in fact it may be my one year anniversary today, or yesterday. prior to k.c. i lived in l.a., but the great magnet had other ideas. i grew up in western kansas, on a farm outside of a small(less than 100 people) town called paradise. i can't imagine having grown up anywhere else, the memories i have from this time in my life are the most beautiful thing i know. be that as it may, the greatest thing that ever happened to me was moving off the farm to a town of twenty thousand called hays, kansas. many aspects of hays make my blood curdle, but to compare education and experiences, with those i would have had staying in a 1 horse town put it in a different light. hays is still a one horse town, but the horse was mister ed with a penchant for grain alcohol.
what kind of terms are you and the "ex" on? my longest relationship was an indefinite two years, i can't imagine four.
are you a jealous person?
to be dead for the next fifteen hours, brandon
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