BREW BREW BREW BREW BREW

don't lie.
you like saying it.
Everyone likes saying it.
Its like a mixture of sending up the new zealanders and the SK8TR CNTS.
and by SK8TR CNTS i mean tryhard losers that wear their pants stupidly low and their hats stupidly askew.

SO YEAH lots happened this weekend ay brew.
and now i have a lot of convincing to do with the ol man and the .... mother.
But its going to be hard, since I know she has an irrational fear that ill end up not normal and therefore decide to disobey her and her beautifully mundane philosophy on 'how caitlin should live her life without fucking things up.'
but after saturday i've just gotten even more obsessed with it all. and even more shattered at the thought it might not happen.
in which life will be shit. because ill have to spend every day knowing i could be happier. guess i do that anyway though? no matter whats going on? since we could all be happier? unless we're god? who isn't real?

yes anyyyywayy.
i would.. veryyy much like to tell people. except i know it'd.. fuck things up a lot. since they wouldnt really accept it at all. and then theres that whole insecure thing going on.
actually, i still need to tell you something else. to clear up the air and all. is that a saying? did i just fulleh twizt a sayin brew?
but yeah.
im getting pretty fucking sick of holding things in. and pretty fucking good at it too.