Back Talk: A Tale of Self Deprecation

Goodbyes are always the hardest things in the world for me. I've said goodbye to so many people and it never gets any easier.


Went fishing today and got fried. I was also traumatized by a large bee-like insect, but that's an embarrassing story involving a fish hook. Sitting in the sun all day always makes me sleep like the dead. While I was fishing I was thinking about:

1. How enjoyable it would be to be able to sit outdoors and not be disturbed by an type of insect.
2. How much I really wanted some Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
3. What I would do when I moved up to Chicago.
4. Why I was sucking at fishing.
5. Whether or not it was going to rain.

Now I realize these are rather profound thoughts for a college graduate, but bare (?) with me dear readers, here is what I concluded:

1. It would be extremely enjoyable to eliminate any bug that had a stinger, flew rather quickly, or could carry a million times its weight. The only bugs that could stay would be butterflies, rolly-pollies, and lightning bugs.
2. Cinnamon Toast Crunch is STILL way better than Apple jacks.
3. The verdict is still out on that.
4. I blame Sean.
5. It didn't, but it almost looked like it would.