And help us to be wise in times when we don't know

Ooooooh, interesting news. Here's your decadent dosage of lunch gossip. For all the derailed minds out there like those who befriend to manipulate and milk and others who befriend or attempt to for sex.

I did considering reading a blog, actually I do. I mean I do read a blog, sit down with my fraternity group and discuss and scrutinize the fine print on the monitor. I bet it's more fun than picking up a skill, like say attempt to write/publish a book?

So anyway, I got side-lined here. I am having this major whoop ass project and my group is... honestly?



700% better than like anything i imagined.

The catch is I didn't get to work with my good friend. So i bet this is the part everyone wants to know as to why we did not even act on working together. So here's the thing, I hope you can understand if you're reading this. But the reason my good friend and I don't want to work together anymore it's because we... treasure our friendship. I hope the word friendship is not hard to understand because it totally differs from manipulation.

I know in school friendship is a rare commodity, you see morbid amalgamations of people grouping up to form a work group or some high school sobriety circle in order to use each other to jump start their career in the industry and it's funny because that's where the real lunch gossip lies.

I don't need a big group of train wrecks that bake failures. I just need or already have a comfortable circle that can sit down to enjoy 4 hour dinners and not measure maturity or likability by how much alcohol one can imbibe and how much sex one can talk about.

And so I seem pretty composed, so about my group? My apparent contentment pretty much sums it all up. Now go bring that back to the gossip group.

=)

Oh and the brother is... or has a girlfriend now just because he made her a lovely gift for valentines day which I so helped to paint and I am feeling so pompous that his success is associated with my help. Not to brag but it's like the first girlfriend thing my family ever had.

P.S Don't judge or infer anything from blog titles please, it's just the epitome of idiocy. Just listen to music. Emphasis on music.