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i should have been a sailor. at least the drink says I should've.
i thought about it the summer before I went to college. this program where you somehow get college credit and you work on like a huge sailing ship for the whole summer while going from something like boston to cuba and back or something ridiculous. like 14 sails. many masts. it would've been fucking great and beautiful. unless (until) the boat wrecked, of course. which probably would've happened. i think my life is only fit for things to be like that. i'm slowly accepting it though.
fuck it. i'm going to the beach tomorrow. i need a fucking sunny day. and by that, i mean that I need to enjoy one.
i thought about it the summer before I went to college. this program where you somehow get college credit and you work on like a huge sailing ship for the whole summer while going from something like boston to cuba and back or something ridiculous. like 14 sails. many masts. it would've been fucking great and beautiful. unless (until) the boat wrecked, of course. which probably would've happened. i think my life is only fit for things to be like that. i'm slowly accepting it though.
fuck it. i'm going to the beach tomorrow. i need a fucking sunny day. and by that, i mean that I need to enjoy one.