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i can never decide if my life is terrible or amazing. its hard to tell if i love or hate myself. i do know that i love my dad though so dont worry ill never have too much metal in my face or put on a pair of jencos. i love drinking. everyday. night. fucking breakfast if it was just a tad more socially accepted. my dog is wearing rhinestones on her hot pink collar and theres a bottle of bacardi in my freezer. drinking alone is a common practice. life goes on. west coast of the bay where nothing is ever too exciting but never too dull either. what some would call a perfect middle ground what i call boring. open roads. smelly kids. dirty fuckin underwear. and blatz. smoking pot had never seemed so absolutley imperative. so ready to fucking go. now im just lazy and tired. unwilling to accept my hand yet so willing to just sit with it and smirk like ive got somehting good. acting awesome is the first step towards being awesome. yeah. im awesome.