this morning #805.

this morning, there was no way i was going to let the blahs keep me inside my apartment, brah. with labor day right around the corner, this was likely the last beach weekend, my last chance to get my tan on & check out some late-summer bikini action. too much of the past two months had been a tired exercise in fussing over the repercussions of my actions. i should’ve been laying out on the sand, soakin’ up some sun. instead, i was running a strong campaign for the mayor of pity city. WOE IS ME. MY GIRLFRIEND DUMPED ME. WOMEN. ARE. THE. WORST. this type of thinking had kept me from getting back out there & getting my swerve on. NO MAS. i tossed a shot in my coffee. i was off.