Damn that last post was Beta as fuck. Should prolly delete that. Gangsters don’t get infatuated. 99 problems.
Uploaded Trying to Fit in at College 9 hours ago and it appears to already have plateaued at around 40k views. Damn. I guess we did only spend an hour or so on it. I guess it IS a little cliche as fuck. The next one might be a little better. Little bit better clickbait. You Wanna Come Over and Pop in a Blu-Ray? Should be a crowd-pleaser. Christ.
I’m typing this at the most random of moments to sit down and write something. A Pre-Game. Luke & Austin. The girls will be here in a 20 minutes or so. Music’s blasting. We’re in Austin’s Apartment sipping on Vodka Redbulls and meditating on the night ahead of us here in Windy City. My first time visiting Chicago.
“Do you know the real time views on your vid?” Luke asks.
“I dunno. Prolly low.” I respond pessimistically.
I try not to self-identify with it. I focus on EVERYTHING else that’s so much better than that and to be fucking grateful. Then I think of Music.
Music. Forever and always. Flow.
Haven’t had an ativan in a while. Ativan keeps me positive. I’m a better person on ativan.
More on that later.
Thanks For Reading,