I say that all the time. That's how these things go downhill to that forgotten zone. NOT THIS TIME BITCH.
My weekend was hectic. Universal Studios made me feel like a kid again. Although, I wanted to slit the non-existent wrists of the sun and drag some clouds over it's dead carcass - I had an amazing time. I am not built for hot weather. My tattoos felt like they wanted to detach from my body and run off into the nearest pool of water.
I miss my friends from Portland so much.
Then I saw my family for my niece's 11th birthday party. FUCKING 11th. Are you kidding me?
My niece was born in 2001. Two days after 9/11. Obviously on 9/13.
Tomorrow I'm going to write about my feelings on 9/11. And I don't give a FUCK how controversial they are. That shit is fucking shady and I'm going to call its ass out for the 11th year in a row.
Get ready. My blood boils on 9/11. I'm going to scorch this motherfucking blog with rage.
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