Where The Streets Have No Name

So tonight Ethan had his birthday party at his brother’s house. It has a cool basement, and there was pizza and guitar hero. Pizza was good. Guitar Hero is a synthesis of fun, addicting, and REALLY irritating. Think DDR for your hands. But as we wound down towards the end it got rather depressing. It was, for the most part, the last time all of those people are going to be in the exact same place. Most of us are leaving for college in all corners of the country, and the rest are staying in KC for the duration of their high school tenures.

It was kinda…
It was really sad.

In my emotional state I kinda freaked out and thought I was never gonna see anyone ever again. So I went home and got a facebook. … I know. I feel dirty just saying it. In any case, [This Is Me]. If I don’t know you, I doubt we’re “friends”. Sorry. However, people I really have met, feel free. I’m rationalizing getting a facebook by saying that I’m using it to promote the blog, so if you were routed here from facebook, feel free to comment.

I can’t believe I got that lonely.


  1. I’m not sure I’m ok with you exploiting the linc children with your picutre. Especially since you abandoned them.

  2. Nice site! I can’t belive you kids these days. When I was your age, I was lucky to get a working modem connection to Aol. Wait until one of the holidays. I remember my first one after college, is was cool to see everyone again.

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