Brushing my teeth at almost 9 AM in the morning,

in front of the bathroom mirror.

I feel like a dog with rabies,

but a dog would probably look better than I do.

I got home last night at 3 am.

I don't work until 5 pm.

Only a man crazy enough to be me would work these hours.

The apartment has never felt so lonely before.

I chose all of this.

This is my work, my doing.

My fault.

I drank 2 six packs of beer last night and I didn't even get drunk.

I'm down to 182 pounds of steel.

At 6 feet tall, I almost look good,

except I have this face, this body, personality etc.

It's like nails on a chalkboard,

I'm not easy to digest.

I'm playing Pink Floyd really loud right now.

I hope the couple below can't sleep.

They don't work and are gross human beings.

Gross doesn't even begin to describe how gross they truly are.

Anyway, I'm brushing my teeth in front of this old mirror, that is probably

older than me.

It's almost 9 AM and I can't sleep.

Maybe I should move to Vegas and drink myself to death?

No, you're doing a fine job here in sunny California.

Take my California and shove it up your sunny ass,

love bug.

08/09/2014

Posted on 08/09/2014
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