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arizona 05/06 was honestly the best year of my life. the only anxieties i felt were in direct correlation with drug abuse and cops roaming the gravel pit between my bedroom window and the parking lot. While showering just now i realized i've fallen slave to my mind once again. Each day i scrub my back, drop the brush to the tile floor and attempt to pin it in the corner in a consistently varying manner. i have somehow convinced myself that the quality of my day somehow rests upon this moment and my simulated 'sports commentating' that i involuntarily recite in my head. Wacky shit. Funny thing is i used to do almost the same exact thing when i was in middle school, only involving the shuttling of a shampoo bottle up the wall with my foot as though it were some type of half pipe, all the while holding a monologue on the spins and flips that resulted as though they were intentional freestyle maneuvers.
see ya monday
see ya monday