I'm suddenly reminded of a girl I knew briefly in high school named Elvira (that's el-vee-ruh, not el-vie-ruh). She was, I think fourteen or fifteen, almost as tall as I was/am and utterly fuckable. Tits, ass, hips, face. All gorgeous. Hardly any brains to speak of, but still a two on the finger scale, y'know? She could cause the most moral, upstanding man on the planet to have filthy, lustful thoughts (you know, the really good ones ;>). Basically, if you were male, you either wanted to fuck her or you were gay. There was no in-between. I'm now terribly curious as to what happened to her.

I swear, high school, as an experience, was utterly wasted on me. It was so completely wasted that I occasionally wish I could go back and repeat it simply to do it...well, not right, but at least better.

This line of thinking, however, is something to be avoided. The past is best forgotten. The mistakes made then are so thoroughly burned into memory that they need never be called up. In fact, I often wish I could forget the entire period of my life before...I dunno, 1999? As good
a cutoff point as any I suppose. I liked 1999. Did a lot of great things that year. Burning Man, Portland, New Year's Eve...the whole shabang. Lots of fun, that.

I'm not sure what the point of this entry is...but I guess they don't really need to have a point. Fuck it.