Little ball of opinions.
the usual blogger bullshit.
- Creepin' on me? lookit these.
My friends love me.
a lot.
My mom’s friend made a small compliment talking about me being sober, and told her that she had done a good job raising me.
I think mom is slowly yet surely realizing that I’m a well rounded kid.
I’m headed out with dad to go pick out a new T.V.
This is literally about to be one long ass day (again)
he walked into my room with my mickey hands and said ‘chey, I can’t pick anything up…’
cool.
okay. this was fun.
no caption needed.
I can never, and will never date someone who drinks.
I can’t do it. I can’t fucking take care of you when you’re drunk, and quite honestly i’m not going too. I’m not your mom, control yourself.
I’m too fucking caring.
way too fucking caring.
And when I think about it, I hate the whole party atmosphere, it’s not appealing to me at all. If it is to you, that’s cool, i’m just saying for me, I find it miserable.
I spent 10 hours on a damn boat, and I feel sick beyond belief.
talk about ghost waves.
Say hey to my mom and aunt, and hey to my legs.
I also wear odd hats to avoid horrible sun burns.
I also now realize that I am never drinking, ever.
I had my first and only margarita today, and I can honestly say drinking isn’t for me.
drunk fest 2012.
and i’m the only sober one.
Turns out, I might need to start saving for a road trip to Disneyland.
yes.
so much yes.
I’m now realizing I reblog a lot of faces…
sorry, I guess I’m just really into people’s faces, and the facial expressions and what not.
and women’s bodies, and art.
but I mainly think it’s because of my love for portrait photography.
I guess I just use this as inspiration anymore, ah well.
got to get it somewhere, right?
right.
wanting and waiting for something you know will never happen, isn’t the best thing to do
yet I keep on waiting.
