I suppose I should try to be more positive in these posts. It's hard when people are so stupid. But it's hard to be negative when you spent all day in bed, drinking mimosas, smoking pot, and watching that 70s show. In a bikini. During severely cold weather. Because fuck you, winter.
So positive didn't last that long...
But I can tell you things I love. My family, house, etc. Of course.
I love the smell of my dad's old baseball mitt, especially if I can smell fresh cut grass at the same time. Ahh. The outfield. I love finding a song I just fucking love, and playing the hell out of it. Being in the car alone, and jamming the fuck out. I love having my hair played with, and getting my back scratched. If I ever won the lotto, I'd pay someone to play with my hair til I fell asleep every night. I love feeling little gas bubbles in my stomach, they remind me of the first time you feel your baby move. I love the sounds of a wooden bat on a baseball, the sound helmets make when they slam into each other, the sound of a slap shot, bowling pins falling down, and slow piano songs. I love my toes in the sand, and that awesome relaxed exhaustion you feel after finally taking a shower, after spending all day in the sun and water. It's like being high without smoking a thing.
That was a lot of positive. Now it just seems like one of those fucktard Facebook posts. Like if you also like liking things! I keep certain "friends" on there, because I would miss so much stupidity if I delete them. The horrible spelling and grammar, the millions of selfies that make it obvious there begging for a donation of plastic surgery. Their sob stories. They're entertaining. And that's about it.
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