I drink too much coffee. Work too much. And have a degree in geography. I procrastinate everything I do, yet still manage to get everything done. I'm too sarcastic for my own good. I use song lyrics to express how I feel because I'm shit with words. I'd give anything to be in Alaska.
There's always some need for me to pick apart what feels so right. Just to find out if I can put it together. Put it together again.
