crawl

I have been stewing around most of the evening here by myself. Nasamatt called and said him and his dad were coming down tomorrow so they could spend the day hunting friday. He also had some bad news for me. Nasamatt and pumpkin, as I am going to call her from here on out, wanted to introduce me to a friend of hers and see if we would get along. However, she meet the buzzsaw of a can't keep it in his pants drweber first, and now she might as well be considered spoiled. At first I was a bit angry at drweber for throwing all caution to the wind and going after a girl that pumpkin wanted me to meet. The more I thought about it though, the less mad I became. I am the one that stays home and doesn't put myself out there to see what happens. I am the one who doesn't know what to do with myself as a sober sally. I am the one who should have got myself to the pumpkin festival and meet the friend. I am the one who is lazy enough to think that I am going to find someone online just because I consider that a reasonable option. I am the one who thinks I am too busy to get out and meet women. I am the one who drank myself into liquid lonlieness in college. I am the one who considers a crawl a good enough pace to meet and win over women. But I stalled and got outdone by drwebers ambition once again.

The more I think about it, the more I want to run a marathon. I am going to complete a marathon by the time I am 30. That gives me a clear goal to work for for the next two and a half years or so. I will be able to say that I did something that not many people around here do when I achieve that. I might not accomplish much else as a farmer or person, but I can at least brag about that when I am old and alone.

The more I hear lady gaga's music, the more I like it. I had heard of her before, but ever since I seen her perform on snl, I have started to like her music.

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