good day

I have forgotten how good honesty can feel. Or how good it feels to just accept your friends as friends and throw away all feelings and urges to impress these people. Like today in the break room of Showcase, when a group of us were trying hard to convince leAder that she had on an occasion eaten the sticker off an apple without realizing it a couple of weeks ago (Keeping in mind odds are she probably didn't.. but since no one knows for sure, the moment of doubt is to be ceased for comic relief), we ended up talking about all the strange things we did eat (as kids), like worms... cat food... dirt.... and the things we did for money in Junior high, like licking the bottom of our shoes on bets and fancily backed dares. Or when Golden Boy and I proved our selves the two worst dancers while trying to attract people to the show. Sure I have a crush on Golden Boy and about a small handful of other guys, but today for the first time I actually just goofed off and stopped trying to impress him, and we actually had a good time producing a successful rain dance. Life just full of unexpected ironic, like how one of the best and most observant ushers I know, eat the sticker on a washington fuigi apple... and how despite helping to raise countless youths through out my life I can't even be trusted alone to guard Cotton candy for more then two minutes, because some how not dropping it is beyond my capabilities.