As bad as that? As good as that.

Dear blog, 

Repeat days. I don’t even care. I ride my bike around. I listen to the ocean. I go to the record store. I get dinner with my friends. I catch a movie. Sand gets in my shoes and builds up in my car. My shoulders are always more tan than the rest of my body.  

I watch helicopters fly by. I eat SunChips and feel the breeze. This is summer. Monotony escapes me and I am sucked into blissful routine. I look at clouds and find quaint pictures in them. Happiness surrounds me, I just can’t get away. 

The ideal beach spread: chips, guac, watermelon

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