CONGRATULATIONS! You've just walked in on an uncomfortably terrible situation.
• I'm a 24 year old weirdo
• And I enjoy just as much as I hate.
• Brooklyn born, Jersey bred, planted in North Georgia.
•I'm the man of your dreams.
This thing on my face looks like an arrow pointing toward my mouth. I guess that’s what I get for not listening. Or it’s a big welcome sign.
Incapable of doing anything this morning afternoon. Haven’t peed yet, so I have no clue how drunk I may still be. Definitely accomplished a goal and more last night.
I don’t want to get up.
I feel pretty damn good tonight. Douchebag-esque photo necessary.
Poopin’ and drinkin’. It’s been that kind of day.
I got my douchebag hoodie and a good night to know I’m pretty happy.
I don’t know if it was an excited laugh or a humored laugh.
It’s drink night at Casa T-Nuts.
Because of a certain someone, I’ve adapted straws into my drinking.
I feel how I look.
I’m feeling conceited tonight. Also, that forth one is what is left over from my short trip up North.
You know what day it is.
I decided to get dressed and hit redbox.