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Things balance out better than I have the conscious effort to do on my own time, so why the hell would you hear me complain?
I passed my drug test. Training week will blow. I’m meeting new and compulsive strangers. I’m keeping myself moving in the early stages of afternoon. I’m losing. I’m gaining. I don’t fucking care about the things that are out of my hand. I’m not about that.
There are a handful of people reading this that know what I mean. I love writing cause of those few people. It’s like we have some kind of stupid club where just by running our mouths we can rationalize anything. And we almost can. I’m very much okay with that.
Tonight, I was described as being funny on the part of being a ‘casual asshole’. I’m just glad I could deliver. As long as I provide.
I appreciate these summer binges. They make you feel small and hardly overwhelmed, and that’s a relief from the school year. I can’t believe months ago I was worried about numbers and percents. I can’t believe months from now I will be again at a university.
I’m still dancing around the idea of burning bridges and I keep riding this summer thing just to see what it does. It fills up my days.
It’s Jack’s birthday.
Wahoo!
I only wish him half a birthday cause he shouted at me drunkenly for trying to play a song on my iPod for Danny.
Dick.
I passed my drug test. Training week will blow. I’m meeting new and compulsive strangers. I’m keeping myself moving in the early stages of afternoon. I’m losing. I’m gaining. I don’t fucking care about the things that are out of my hand. I’m not about that.
There are a handful of people reading this that know what I mean. I love writing cause of those few people. It’s like we have some kind of stupid club where just by running our mouths we can rationalize anything. And we almost can. I’m very much okay with that.
Tonight, I was described as being funny on the part of being a ‘casual asshole’. I’m just glad I could deliver. As long as I provide.
I appreciate these summer binges. They make you feel small and hardly overwhelmed, and that’s a relief from the school year. I can’t believe months ago I was worried about numbers and percents. I can’t believe months from now I will be again at a university.
I’m still dancing around the idea of burning bridges and I keep riding this summer thing just to see what it does. It fills up my days.
It’s Jack’s birthday.
Wahoo!
I only wish him half a birthday cause he shouted at me drunkenly for trying to play a song on my iPod for Danny.
Dick.