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JUST KIDDING GUISE, I AM A GAY FAGGOT, LULZ.

Sorry for not updating the last 2 days

Well I almost killed myself the other day, and cut this short... not sure what else to say...

What am i going to do with all my stuff?

I'm looking around the house this morning and wondering what to do with all this shit.

Obviously, I don't plan on donating anything of value to charity. At least not any religious charity.

Also, I don't want to pre-sell or go to the trouble of boxing anything up. Call me selfish, but who wants to spend their last days packing up a house? Not to mention that getting rid of all my "worldly possessions" would look highly suspicious if anyone stopped by.

I figure i'll just write up a will that basically says to put whatevers left of my belongings on craigslist, for free. "come and pillage the dead dudes house". haha

Day 90: The Decision

Today is day 90. How did it become day #90? Well, I'm not really sure except that it's more awesome than day 91.

With roughly 3 months to look at my life from a truly temporary perspective, I wonder what realizations i'll have. Will I suddenly become a sentimental person? Will I tie up loose ends? Will I rekindle relationships long forgotten? Will I try to fuck that girl i've always wanted to but never had the guts to try?
I doubt it, to be honest. It's not like I have terminal cancer or something. For the sun shines today also, (was that Emerson? ha ha.) and I plan to live my life as I always had, but with this new perspective. I'll go to work, I'll have a social life, I'll date, I'll celebrate and then I'll check out.
I guess, though, on the day I decide this I should probably say why. Though, I simply can't define it. That's what this blog is for; to define through public record: "why"?