in summation,

it's like i'm constantly trying to explain myself.
maybe because i drink too much and smoke too much and sleep in too late.
maybe i dress like a delinquent and swear like a sailor.
and just maybe i've fucked one too many people or blown one too many lines.

but i'm young and i have fun and i don't give a fuck.
and that is what life (college? youth?) is really about.