I slept til afternoon, partied like I was 16, woke up to realize I was not, met a new friend, realized it's sometimes okay to let new people in.
Banished some insecurities about my age. For 33 going on 34 I realized I'm not bad, not bad at all.
Headaches are worth it if it's helps shave off years.
Old friends are the best.
Nothing beats off stress like a trip to the beach.
I need to get back in sports and hook up with old friends... Because yolo. I lost a dear friend a few days before, he was just a year older than me with no signs of disease but just like that he was gone.
I split my lip because I walked straight into the closet, it was made immediately bearable the next day by a dip into the salty ocean waters.
The world has it's ways...
And today I am so stressed out with no time to breath. It's a harsh slap in the face from the weekend when time stopped.
At least I can look forward to tonight when I can relinquish time and make it mine once again.