Dear journal,
Today my camouflage quicksilver surf shorts are really sweaty, almost uncomfortably sticky.
My leather sofa is sticking to my back as I watch my brother play Super Mario 64. I smell starbucks coffee coming out of my arm pits as well as a sent of my Old Spice deodorant.
I just spent the past 30 minutes learning about the genealogy of Jesus Christ while waiting for my boiling eggs to harden. (I'm talking about lunch, even though its 3:30 p.m.) Though I just had some really interesting theological discussions with a long time friend early today, I still listen to remixes of Lil Wayne and various gangster rap music.
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