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days like this, when i'm grounded and exhausted and dirty and nursing several battle wounds, i can't help but sit back and wonder how my life got so good, and just so ridiculous. theres nothing like waking up with mud and inexplainable bumps and bruises covering half your body. and being able to sit around doing nothing all day just giggling at the though of a random moment from the night before. if only my whole life could be spent in a rainy mudpile at PNC, i'd be set. throw in a couple of silver acuras and pothead cabdrivers and i'd be complete.
so many nights of the past 3months have sounded like this.
oh my goodness. how do these things even happen to me? i really hope this comfortable oblivion doesn't fade when summer ends.
so many nights of the past 3months have sounded like this.
oh my goodness. how do these things even happen to me? i really hope this comfortable oblivion doesn't fade when summer ends.