So I'm not sure if Henderson inspired the show Moral Oral, but I'm almost willing to bet money of the chance that it did. Something about this town, it draws you in and snaggs ya down. And all while reciting bible verses.
Still I've made some friends, and I know fun is only a short drive away on a Wedsenday night :P
So last night was fun, I've just started watching Scrubs, and it was an eppisode with Brendan Fraiser, and it's the one where he's in the entire eppisode, but at the end you discover, somewhere during the eppisode he's died and during the second half it's really his ghost floating about, one only Dr. Cox, the characters best buddy and or brother (couldn't really tell) can comunicate with. Needless to say after the fact that I've already had arrived at the end of a rality warping day to begin with, that show pushed my one glass of wine into a every last drop that bottel of Massina Hoff held kind of night.
I mean you would think the summers would really be the hardest time for me, but nope fall and winter are really really my downer months.
It's strange, because I feel like I'm doing alright in Henderson, but still failing at the 'Life' Thing, and even though I do not in any way understand the way my life has turned out and everything thta has happened in the corse of my 22 years soon to be 23 completed years on earth, I don't understand any of it, but I do accept it and I'm trying to work with it. Despite the fact that I am terrified of trodgue any path to far, the fear that it'll be another life cut short by something disatress. It's really no way to live, and yet it is exactly how I'm living now.
It'll be alright if I just keep focusing in on my work and my writtings.
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