I hate my life.
I hate Santa Rosa.
I hate not having a job.
I hate not talking to my friends every day.
I hate not seeing my Mom and Dad every day.
I miss Wendys.
I miss the constant rain.
I miss my cat.
I love Joe, though.
I love my house.
I love mutherfuckin palmtrees.
I love BALMY April afternoons.
I love having a tan...IN MARCH.
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