Transcendental Meditation.

2:20 am.

My Bedroom Floor.

Insomnia has driven me to paint my toe nails, eat pickled spicy peppers right outta the jar, watch Bring It On 3 AND 4,  and email every available bachelor suite on craigslist. Anticipating a 6 am run, Im trying hard to sleep, but Jesson called: "Im coming home" "Great" "With A Dubee" "Sweet" "And a Pink and Green Macaron" "OH MY FUCKING GOD"

hashtag, the good life.

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