Out of the races and on to the tracks

Vacation.
Parents.
Sun.
Fun.

I suppose I'm having a good time. I've been drunk or buzzed most of the day. How do retired people live like this? I woke up at six fucking thirty this morning. Damn my morning job. I've been in a haze of kinda drunk/tired all day up until about nine pm (11pm MN time). And now, all of a sudden, I'm fucking awake. So, after consulting a few trusted allies through text message, I have decided to get druuuuuuunk. Why Not? Im on VayCay, Haaaay. I am drunk, but I can still tell this blog is superrr lame and not really cohesive. But. Do. I.
Care.?
No.




Good.
times.
Ps, I might be back later.

pps, im not even proofreading this before i publish! Some times I am such a bad ass.