My current state can be summed up in four letters. DRNK.
Fuck, man.
My tummy is host to one pound of crab legs, 24 raw oysters, and about a litre and a half of booze - not to mention the gallons of salt water I swallowed in the midst of semi-drowning in the Altantic Ocean. There's something amazing about giving up control to the strongest, oldest thing on the planet. My hair looks AWESOME.
I wish you guys could see this view. One side of the condo overlooks the beach, so if I'm ever too lazy to take the elevator down to the sand, I just have to open up the glass doors, pop a cigar in my mouth (yes, I have cigars), and chillax in the comfort of my own home. There's this box of wine called Franzia that sells 5 litres of the stuff in a box. It comes with a spout. It costs about $14. Trouble.
Going to my first ever country music concert tomorrow night. Also, I've adapted a sort of hippie fashion wardrobe for the week, and am tempted to show up to work next monday in tie-dye.
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