Another morning racing out the door. Pants on before my feet hit the floor. Not being much of a whore but life such a bore. You didn't even check your fuckin horoscope this morning big dawg!
July 29th, isn't there some importance to this day. Oh yeah. Jenna's birthday. My wife? Estranged? I don't know I am just ready to be done with it.
Solitude and low-tide costar says. That's fairly easy. I've got that solitude shit downpat at this point. I'm so used to chasing the high-tide that low-tide should be pretty breezey.
I may actually try to relax and get some cleaning done today but not before I make this moneyyyyy.
C'est la vie!
Oh and happy birthday Jenna. Stay safe.
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