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Zack sent texts with my phone.
If you got one you know what I'm talking about.
And just for the record,
No, I don't love you. |
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| Dear Everyone: |
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| Sunday 4pm |
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mood: Depressed rage music: Dieselboy, Rasputina
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18.
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Spree.
$446.
Other spending: $201.
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Acquisition.
1995 BMW 325is.
Black. Black Leather.
2 Door Coupe. Sports Package.
Lowered suspension. Wider wheels.
Manual, 5-speed.
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If you've known me for any length of time, you know that I am prone to bad luck and bad decisions. On a daily basis this consists of the endless stream of senseless crap that I say or do. On a long term basis, it consists of... oh all those things you've heard, and lesser personal mistakes.
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12:30 AM.
Carbon Canyon.
Immediately after a short rain.
Hydroplane. Wooden post. Guard Rail.
Yes I'm okay. No my car is not.
Yeah, thats right. I crashed my new car. The one I bought 3 days ago.
Laugh, please do.
Oh, that isn't funny enough? How about this:
It was my first day driving it.
Yeah, thats right. I'm a fucking idiot. A totally incompetent fuckhead. A fool.
It didn't happen taking turns at twice the posted speed.
It didn't happen passing blind.
It happened on a fucking straight road, that was wet.
Just minutes before in Brea I had been pondering the fact that the reason I get away with crazy shit is because I pay for it later.
On the way there I had three warnings, the cop in DB who could have pulled me over, the cop I saw in Brea, and the curve where I overcorrected and almost lost it.
Three warnings. Four if you count the thought. I never made the connection.
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I dont feel like talking.
For a week. Or more.
Don't talk to me.
Dont.
I'm not online. My phone is in a drawer.
I want to be alone with my idiot self.
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This journal is retired.
Goodbye. |
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| Tuesday 1am |
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Mmm, little things, little things
Realizations
I really should write them down
I'm terrible at remembering
And little things are even harder
I was thinking
I need to not care
But then I remembered something that made it funny
Its all in your outlook
I've been quite good at optimism over my existing adult life
And I know why I've been slipping for the past while
But I know how to fix it to
Happiness is easy
It's simple
Theres a technique to it
So simple you'll laugh at me if you can get me to tell you
Though of course, I could be completely wrong
But my way works for me,
because I'm a very simple person
And now, to sleep |
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| Friday 3am |
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People intrigue
Observation stimulates interest
Collected datas portray attributes
Tests are administered
Decisions are made
Plans are devised
Tell me I'm wrong |
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| Saturday 2am |
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Mm,
nothing else to say,
so time for an odd bit:
Avila Beach, a town in San Luis Obispo that would approximately fit on the back of my hand with exactly one real street, has discovered the way to my heart, by combining two of my loves.
Swings on the beach
Why the hell doesnt SoCal have this? |
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| Sunday 1pm |
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I'm going to be in San Luis Obispo till Friday/Saturday.
Hopefully I'll be able to find a computer and empty out the camera every day or so.
Else there will only be space for the touristy family pictures that dad demands.
And none of the scenery/interesting/portraits of the world that I try to take. |
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