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Thoughts while posted up at kennedy plaza.
1. Its really fucking nice out, Damn!
2. After being chased by a group of wangsters downtown last night the only thing I have to truly fear today is the women’s bathroom. Because of germs. And other people’s vaginal and drainage impairments.
3. The PSA on the loud speaker: there is no loitering at kennedy plaza.
4. Commence internal laughter.
5. Damn, dude, its hot out and I get that your large being could use some abdominal breeze, but was the velour suit with bare chest the right choice?

Brown university graduates tonight and I want to party with random assholes. Yes.

CHEXMIX! COFFEE! CHAPTERS! COMEDIANS!

^alliteration. tacky.

I’ve slept nearly 24 of the past 48 hours. It ruled.

re·al·i·za·tion/ˌrē(ə)ləˈzāSHən/:

the awareness of a fact including it’s physical presence or evidential self.

Chill out. Do more. GO.

My brain’s default in these situations navigates toward the worst. Please prove to me you’re not a shitty dude. Insert crossed fingers and to-do lists miles long. Just in case.

Arrived to the 3 way stop sign at a nearby shopping plaza. There was a car at each stop sign, yet they all seemed confused and proceeded to pump their breaks in one another’s path. I like to avoid these situations and simply treat intersections like a game of Simon. One turn each in the order of arrival. The car to my right arrived at her stop sign maybe 2 before me. I waited until she was paying attention and gave her the go-ahead. She proceeded to pump her breaks half way through as well as litter. As she finished taking her left-hand turn I realize she’s texting and driving. Sometimes I wonder why I try to do courtesies for strangers when they mostly just prove to be absent-minded blood-sacks. (Sidenote: I almost wish she’d hit my car, what’s up insurance?)

Constantly waking from minimal sleep gets a little easier when I’m next to this guy I know.