Lately I've been thinking a lot about how often everybody lies about little stupid things and communication in general. The need for contact or lack there of. Connections that people forge and break. I like throwing away my old journals. I like throwing away old pictures. I find no constructive use in reminiscing about trivial, or not so trivial parts of the past. I really wish that I could edit on my computer right now. Why must it crash every time I try to open a new project? Sure I could already have purchased the new hard drive and what not, but instead I purchased that sweet moped. Huzzah!
It's just an interesting thought to think about some things? Well, I don't throw away all old photos. We have good times riding the high seas.