holiday from real

We're in the thick of summer, and i'm thinking.
I should not be thinking during summer.
I should not be thinking during summer.
I should not be thinking during summer.

I should be effectively mindless and having frothy fun.

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So, yet another week's come and gone.
It's scary how time slips right past you and you don't even notice. Worse, you do notice but it still slips right through your fingers, and there seems to be no way to slow it down.

See thats the thing. I've been wondering if i should be doing something more.. whatchamacallit. constructive.
I don't know, maybe something other than bumming around at home and then bumming around in town and then bumming around at various nightspots and then bumming around at supper places.

But life has been treating me pretty well these days.
I guess i'm really enjoying the frivolity of the summer holidays, the familiarity of being home and the comfort of being the true schmuck i am with the people i adore.

What to do.. being a bum is addictive.
I like the copious amounts of barley from BTK.. I like the late night/early morning/ mid-afternoon/ evening talks about everything and nothing at all. I like being silly and yelling 'shark!' and various other types of sea life. I even like the fact that i'm spending most of my summer at home in all my homely haggard glory. Watching tv. And reading perez and trent. I just need me some Sammy K. to complete this summer of revelry.

oh Constructive Schmonstructive.
I am going to be effectively mindless and have me some frothy fun.

Thanks for the debauchery, y'all.
Laugh or cry, well we need to try, get off the line, time to fly.
oh, the Summertime.
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4 o'clock breakfasts at McD's


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In other news,
CONGRATS MIKEY B!
NEXT, WE CHALLENGE MICHAEL SCHUMACHER.