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I feel like such a lazy bum when I don't do jack shit on my days off (which are more often than working days) but I have come to the conclusion that I will just enjoy the rest of 2010 and start fresh in 2011. I had a rough year and I deserve to take a second and just be grateful for the time that I have been given. -
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A different kind of "flowers and trees"
So...new job. I was unemployed for less than a week. Hooray! I'm making as much as I would on unemployment, but at least I'm working, and at least I can get out of the house for a couple hours a couple days a week. It's a beautiful space, my boss is chill as fuck, and for once, I can wear whatever I want to work. I can put my lip ring in and nobody ( Read more... ) -
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It sucks when I work a job that makes my body hurt
only to come home and spend my days off not moving
which subsequently fucks up my body even more.
Thanks.
Also, can you get Seasonal Affective Disorder in fucking August if your city exhibits no sign of a typical Summer? I think you can. -
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The Object.
"Whatever it was that I was was best revealed slowly, in flattering light. Which meant not much light at all. Besides, that's the way it goes in adolescence. You try things out in the dark. You get drunk or stoned and extemporize. Think back to your backseats, your pup tents, your beach bonfire parties. Did you ever find yourself, without admitting ( Read more... ) -
did you really think I'd put my primary listening device inside a wooden mallard?
Oh, 2009. You suck so incredibly hard. Even the good things don't overshadow the shitty things that happened. However, I guess the best parts of the year include graduating UCSC, Jon's mom finding a job, me finding a job, and enjoying a week long cruise to Mexico ( Read more... ) -
Baby come on now
I find it hard to articulate how much I miss Santa Cruz. And not really Santa Cruz, but the last two years of college. Hindsight is 20/20, but I'm beginning to question if I really took the time to appreciate my surroundings. What is it about that place that I really miss? Definitely not traffic on the 17 ofc.
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