type. delete. type. delete. type. delete. type. delete. I just want to get back to my dreams right now.
Wish I knew what the fuck is going on.
Arm is still naked. Feet are itchy.
After centuries, people still think drinking makes them look, “cool” or something. I went downtown last night to hangout with friends, and the people there who thought they looked, “cool” just looked fucking stupid. I think, “loosening up” might actually mean, “be an asshole”. I don’t mind being around drunk people. I do mind being...
Comeback Kid and Casey Jones in Tampa. What more could a guy ask for? Today is a good day.
spent new years being sick as crap. →