bullshit dumping ground.
Jesus Christ. I walked in on Meatball dancing with our neighbors across the street.
Bon Iver has a stomachache.
‘Have you been drinking from the creek?’ I ask.
He admits that he has.
No matter how over with Bon Iver I may be, this blog still makes me laugh.
In honor of the late Pauline Phillips, writer behind ‘Dear Abby.’
This is going to save many people from therapy.
Snapping my way into 2013
Magic Mikeypizzle.
These people make me happy.
Here it is guys! The brink of a new year.
2012 was a whirlwind of exciting madness and adventure for me. This is only a reminder to myself that 2013 can be even crazier, more unpredictable and more fun. There are more people to meet and places to see and I have a whole lotta livin’ to do.
But tonight we fucking dance and toast away 2012.
