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August 12, 2001 / Sunday

Fuck It

Life is peachy when you decide to throw your hands up the air and say, "Fuck it, I don't care." And I don't. Not like before, when I was saying it because I was pissed off and didn't want to deal. I'm saying it now because it just doesn't matter. I just wanna play, and when I'm playing that's the only thing I'm thinking about.

New priority rankings:
1. Play.
2. Find booty.
3. Play more.
4. Get more booty.

Of course, we all know that this is all a result of the talk.

No, actually, it's a result of the event.

I justify by playing. He copes by working even more than before.

If only he could have somehow said, "Fuck it" somewhere along the way we wouldn't be in this mess. But hell, it's his life, and I can't tell him how to live it. If he thinks the path to happiness is through work, then I hope he finds it.

And now... the requisite

Lyrical Blip of the Day

whatever makes you happy whatever you want

But fuck it, what can I do? I tried. And now I throw my hands up.

Time to play, yo.

August 12, 2001 03:59 PM | Lyrical Blip

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