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All I have done with my fucking day, i actually got dressed up pretty nice with the intention of getting coffee only to find myself five minutes later back on my bed staring at the Craigslist apartment advertisements. I feel like I am losing my mind, and really isn't helping being stuck at home, broke, with barely any human interaction other then Max and Kiki and the occasional text from my out of town girlfriend. Tonight i honestly just want to get irreversibly wrecked on cheap vodka and pass out somewhere other then this strange bed in the room i grew up in. Rumor has it DY crew might be rolling to a suite in SF, I only got 6 dollars in my pocket [bad luck club strug-fest] but half a handle of godka and a credit card that is hungery for some irresponsible use.

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I wish my fucking band lived in the same place at the same time more then 2 days out of every other month. I just have so many ideas to jam out, but can only seem to write with that specific group of kids....hmmm, oh well. Listen to Tera Melos.