  Why is it that when someone else fucks up, I do whatever I can to take the blame? Im irritated with myself this morning. I pulled one of those again, and theres no point in explaining it to either you or the people involved. Had I just said this is fucked instead of its ok from the beginning, the first time, I could have avoided a lot of the discomfort of stored emotions. Note to self: blogging about something doesnt count for dealing with it. Now, for a picture of the man-child. Something not fucked. I had a blast with him this weekend. 
