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kinda drunk. don\'t think that i should be letting myself out pulblicly as it were...
one of those weeks. over it. ALL OF IT. can\'t deal with what makes IT it. you know? fuckin a. a couple of shows tonight. don\'t think i\'ll make either as i\'m, well, over it...

ugh. work. life. girls. fuck \'em, ya know? i just don\'t care. i really can\'t deal.. i\'m exhausted. heartbroken. and stressed to the max. just need to fall asleep and forget. ALL OF IT.

side notes. i love my hostess, caitlyn, at jax boulder. also. fuck ex girls that give more to the next. and i love single speeds mtbs. stoked on getting this shit for my winter commute. cars, like girls, are gone from my life. so FUCK IT.

i reallly am to drunk to be making public journal entries. shiiiiiiiiit. i love the black guys who deliver chocolate. they define stereotype, and that, my friends, is soooooooooo beautiful. fuck i suck at typing drunk. redo, mufuckkas. anyways. i\'ma bout to pass the fuck out, as it were. so goodbye journal entry numero uno.

peace, gnukkas.

-j.

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