Oh my god, could more inarticulate, grammatically spastic virgins please get hyper offended at things I wrote just shy of a decade ago? No, seriously! It'll be funny.

I don't update this journal very frequently, but I have to ask myself why anyone would feel remotely compelled to sift through it, much less troll on it. I mean, I get it, I did too when I was an adolescent functioning at a room temperature IQ, but seriously? Really?

But, to clear it up, my negative impression of Burien had to do with the fact that a guy took me to his parent's home there (which was trashed, always a bad sign) and then turned on "Riders on the Storm" by the Doors to try and spark the mood. It was just the beginnings of my formulation of the "Walk Out On Anyone Who Turns On The Doors" rule, but it has since been enforced. So I waited for an hour for the bus to return back to civilization (Seattle, where a lot of people pretend they're from because they're embarrassed about being from Burien or Enumclaw- neigh!- or Bellevue) and thus was left none too favourably impressed with Burien.  

In other words, I have curious standards. I'm not fucking anyone who lives in Burien. Ever. Sorry to that one guy, but you ruined it for me. Shoreline, okay. Seatac, I could handle that. I might even sink to the level of Everett. But Burien? Weak sauce. Make a note of it.

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