a novel? a story? an account? i dont know but im writing.
why not smoke by the river? why not play on the rocks? why not sit under the bridge and pretend it’s a pirate ship? why not steal beers out of the fridge? why not get so drunk you’re peeing, the top of a fence? why sit at home? why sit at work? why do we waist our days growing up? is it because you never did? were you too scared? to enjoy.
i've just realized how much salsa
i eat per chip. chips and salsa have become my staple diet for the last week. its a lot.
i like when
its only supposed to be 85 out. that makes me really happy.
one night of
watching america’s got talent remindes me: -selfish fuck -ruthless stereotyping racist bastard -and i hate you
30 pairs of shoes. :(
My dad and i
have spoken about 30 words to each other over the last 2 months. about 75 over the last 6 months. and today we really maxed it out at about 15.
On trash bag number 3 of shit from my room
iwasanowl: timreeve: pairs of shoes. i have. hahaha im so glad you know this tim. its really terrible.
pairs of shoes. i have.
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