...around on a piece of ground in your hometown...

spring has sprung!
scott and i got the truck out, with the help of a certain uninspected monster truck and a friendly neighbor. what a nightmare.
then we took the truck back and wandered around bellevue. we made for O.R.B., so headed for the river. along the way, we found a perfect homeless shelter area, and some great views of the city.
the mid-week game session went amazingly well (go team orange!), and we didn't fuck up too much. i had a very pleasant time, but, since i'm not sure who might be reading this (probably no one), i'll just leave it at that. it's just idle curiosity anyway, right? right?
i really should just open my mouth and say something, but, you know me. there are a few people i need to tell things to, but probably won't. (geez, how many times have i typed that line before?) i'm a wuss, i know. i'll get to it...
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i don't really talk about anything important here, do i? or anything really at all... every now and then i keep coming back to this point, because i'm not sure what, if anything, i should be writing here... i'm sure at least one of you out there could give me a good answer (and i know you're right), but i just have to make myself follow through.
isn't that just my fucking life story?
yeah.
follow through.
but see, it's different now. i don't expect you or anyone else to believe that, but i don't need anyone to. i believe in myself, and that's good enough for me.
see?
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if you can talk you can sing,
if you can walk you can dance...