Happy Friday everyone. I couldn't post yesterday because Hobbs' computer was on fail mode. I got my Starbucks, sending out some good Friday morning texts, going to the game later. A solid start to the weekend. I'm deciding to scrap my piece of literature. Four paragraphs are enough.
So I'm hanging out with this girl Hope tonight. She's pretty cool. We'll see how that goes. I'm sure I'll keep you updated. She says she has a poem hung up somewhere in the school. I've accepted the challenge to find it! So far I have no leads. But seriously, I'm gonna find that damn thing.
So around September 12th I wrote a letter to myself. I didn't intend to have any set time to read it, but more recently I decided to read it on the plane on the way to Salt Lake City in a week. And honestly, it's tearing me apart. I only remember like two lines of that letter: "I don't know where you are right now" and "You know more about that than me". Seriously that's crazy intense. I probably say some really insightful shit to myself in that letter, which will be very interesting to read now that I'm so much wiser. Totally.
Well it's poker time, later.
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