I'm drunk. I've had approximately 10 or so shots of rum and vodka. And a few beers. I deiced to start a blog for some reason. Maybe I want a diary to look back on, or maybe its something about having my works immortalized that peeks my interest.
Now, I want to go meet some female friends (I can't right now) but I'm settling for running. I'm going to go for a drunk run to think about life and look at the sky. Its about 1 am, and I'm throwing some clothes on because its cold as fuck.
Or maybe I won't run. I stopped caring suddenly.
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