I like living on the edge a little, going against the grain, stepping out from the crowd and doing my own thing; tonight I drink my pina coladas without rum.
No, it's definitely not dangerous, in fact the only thing lethal about it is the heartburn I know is waiting for me. It's bloody hot outside, in the 30's somewhere ( celsius for us Canucks, but down South it's 91 deg fahrenheit..... 91, is that it? Geez, it feels like I should be in the Sahara desert right now.), so this 'virgin' libation is some small effort in trying to stay cool and sane as possible.
I feel particularly somber today - I left early from work, my mind just completely taken hostage by thoughts of my dad, so I have decided to take it easy and maybe try to make sense of the nonsense in this head of mine. Unfortunately the walls in this apartment are also sweating, it's so uncomfortable even just to be still, so as soon as the sun starts to abandon my deck I will set up camp there to write more.
Screw this pina colada - maybe I will steal one of my roomie's beers.
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