Arm tickles. Playing with my hair. The Red Sox are constantly breaking my heart but I just can't walk away. tripping over my own feet, like, ALOT! tripping over your feet. dirty feet. dirty dogs at 2:12 am. eating my food with a spoon ... depressing music. the air of the atlantic just around 5 or 6 am where its chilly enough to need a scarf. mayo and ketchup. busting your balls. hot baths. procrastination. rain in los angeles. losing my whole day in a comfy bed. bitter honesty. bitter lies. hoodies. being scared of Beverly Hills. double vodka rocks. living my life to its fullest. BEING HAPPY. forgetting what i did lastnight.
THE FRIKKEN GENIUS WHO DECIDED TO KILL UNCLE TONY SOPRANO!!!! C'MON MAN!!!!
This fella I've taken many baths with named a Monsieur Bubble...Rei Kawakubo, Tadanobu Asano, Yohji Yamamoto, Carl Sagan, Myself 10 years from now.
All the people who are better than me so I can say hi!
my ipod and nacho are whom i reference most.
me like movies.
ain't gonna lie... i love it!
whatever is closest when i'm taking a bath
My only hero is the one I could never defeat. All hail Captain Falcon!