Don't Need a Map to Find My Way to Temptation

In another time, another place... everything I owned would be in a duffel bag and I'd be sitting on a Greyhound Bus, headed for Long Beach.

Saw Jeff today at work, the man looked like he'd seen a ghost.

I just feel strange. I'm tired, my feet hurt, I'm not looking forward to having to go turn in my DA employee badge tomorrow - fucking metal detectors & drama. Yay. Gotta get it over with sooner or later, tho.

I haven't gotten to say this in two years, though. It's my Friday, bitches!

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When I look at the past 36 years, all I see is a long line of tremendously bad choices.