As many may be able to tell from my cynical humor, anti-religious ranting, and general foul demeanor, Porter is not a happy person. It's not that my life was particularly bad, I just tend towards a darker mentality.
This, for the time being, has changed. Hopefully, this change will extend nto the future for a bit.
(No, I did not find God. Actually, he's been tied up in my basement this whole time. I always knew where he was.)
Anyways, YSKP is going smoothly, the awesome hippie camp portion of my summer is about to begin, and I could burst into song. Specifically, the Beatles' "I've Just Seen a Face."
Porter Fitch is the luckiest man alive.
Life is good.
The world in general still sucks, mind you. But my beliefs have been shaken, my own personal microcosm is getting much brighter. Sorry to any who I may have confused, I might post a full explanation, but I'm fucking bursting here. Really, I'm not too big on forcing my personal life on people through the blog, but I sort of need to shout to the hills for a minute.
My apologies.
Huzzah! Byaa!
4 comments:
PORTER?!?!?!? Who are you and what have you done with Porter? On second thought, maybe a happy Porter is ok... Never mind!
I have no idea what you are talking about, but congratulations.
WOW
ya, upon rereading this I feel as though my soul may have been raped...
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