Mug in hand going for the green Where am I going? Outside The Lines. Stolen sunglasses aloft "Hey, you lost your shoes" I can't help but wonder am I going or am I already outside the lines. "It's Sunday!" stroll perpendicular to church why don't I have calluses in August? I really should return Steve's Oakleys
...but last night was fantastic, drunkenly running out of the Mission but sure enough in my 5 years as a Boston resident that I knew my legs would adeptly carry me over the T tracks on Huntington, around any traffic, and safely to the "far" 39 bus stop-- just in time to hail the oncoming bus, which screetched to a stop and threw its doors open just
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Barbeque + Jack Daniels + 4 tarps = Home-made slip-n-slide + clothing trade trade (I'm in shorts: Tony has my skirt) + cops who pull up and take photos with their Razr phones.
I need to stop being so critical and jealous and calculating and dubious... and just enjoy my last fucking month in Boston, for heaven's sake. I was doing so well, and then things just started to drive me crazy, and I stopped pay attention to all the fun there is to be had. And now I can't sleep
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This may be my last summer in Boston for a while. So I woke up at 7:30am (on 5 hours of sleep), mailed my application to transfer my license to Washington, then started to live it up
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