Moral Degradation

Eram quod es
Eris quod sum
May 31
Around 11 this morning, some friends and I decided to go to Denny’s. What better place to recap and recuperate last night. We all decided to wear silly hats. Sitting at a table we were wearing the following hats: viking helmet, army helmet, cowboy hat, triangle rice hat, and knight helmet. As we were eating an older lady came up to our table and said we looked like the village people. She then said that she was happy to see people like us, because people our age try too hard to fit in sometimes, and take things too seriously. This made me smile. Why do people in general try so hard to fit in?

Around 11 this morning, some friends and I decided to go to Denny’s. What better place to recap and recuperate last night. We all decided to wear silly hats. Sitting at a table we were wearing the following hats: viking helmet, army helmet, cowboy hat, triangle rice hat, and knight helmet. As we were eating an older lady came up to our table and said we looked like the village people. She then said that she was happy to see people like us, because people our age try too hard to fit in sometimes, and take things too seriously. This made me smile.

Why do people in general try so hard to fit in?

May 13
“Will you still talk to me next weekend after we have sex,” she asked me while she looked in my eyes searchingly. “Of course I will,” I replied. It’s not that I’m not going to call her next weekend, because I am. I just find it kind of sad that in our little bubble known as I.V. a pretty and nice girl like her has to ask me that. To make sure that she’s not acting like a slut. And yet the words “don’t come inside me” made it feel so naughty. Nevermind the fact that I was wearing a condom.

“Will you still talk to me next weekend after we have sex,” she asked me while she looked in my eyes searchingly. “Of course I will,” I replied.

It’s not that I’m not going to call her next weekend, because I am. I just find it kind of sad that in our little bubble known as I.V. a pretty and nice girl like her has to ask me that. To make sure that she’s not acting like a slut.

And yet the words “don’t come inside me” made it feel so naughty. Nevermind the fact that I was wearing a condom.

May 2
Cunnilingus didn’t strain my tongue this time. Drunk dancing is the best dancing.

Cunnilingus didn’t strain my tongue this time. Drunk dancing is the best dancing.

April 20
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On the decline

On this degenerate holiday of dope fiends, and disregard for the law cannabis smoking carnivores casually cavort in kitchens, living rooms, and clouds of smoke. On yet another moment of decline I shall partake on the religious smoker’s illustrious holiday.

April 19
Cunnilingus has strained my tongue slightly. Definitely didn’t see that coming last night. Maybe it was the alcohol?

Cunnilingus has strained my tongue slightly. Definitely didn’t see that coming last night. Maybe it was the alcohol?

April 12
Police this is not your town. It is ours. Ours to relish, ours to abuse.

Police this is not your town. It is ours. Ours to relish, ours to abuse.

April 11
Our seedy college town is party to the debauchery and disregard for hedonism in the midst of such a time. Should we stop living it up though because things are going to hell in a hand-basket? I say nay.Sadly enough MGMT’s words “This is our decision to live fast and die young / We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun ” ring too close to heart.

Our seedy college town is party to the debauchery and disregard for hedonism in the midst of such a time. Should we stop living it up though because things are going to hell in a hand-basket? I say nay.Sadly enough MGMT’s words “This is our decision to live fast and die young / We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun ” ring too close to heart.

April 10
With each step I move farther and farther away from the shore that is my morals. With each stone and each step I move into the deep abyss of shades of grey

With each step I move farther and farther away from the shore that is my morals. With each stone and each step I move into the deep abyss of shades of grey

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Declining moral fiber

Once you’ve compromised you’re values once, they’re compromised forever. At least that’s what I’ve found. As time goes on my values have gone through a metamorphisis. What was once bad is now acceptable. No longer do I bat an eye or cast a furtive glance upon my own actions, and my own mistakes. And yet even though I know I’m changed, there is no going back. Only moving forward into a little thing called life.