holythejazz
If the sea were made of whiskey and I was a duck, I'd swim to the bottom and never come up.
So HOT.
I just drove home from campus, took about twenty minutes, and I was sweating every second of it becaus it's so god damn hot here!
And then I had a bunch of jalapeƱos. Fuck.
And then I had a bunch of jalapeƱos. Fuck.
PS: I climbed it. I climbed Summit Rock and it was amazingly refreshing even though I was scared out of my fucking mind the entire time.
L. K. T.
Turns out the friend I wanted to live with this year isn't actually a friend but a moody, solely book-smart individual who is gaining weight and is a slave to commercial society.
There was a lot more to this entry but to be fair to her, I'll refrain from keeping it public. I'm just glad I'm moving. And even though I've lost her as a friend this year, I'm starting to realize, I don't give a flying fuck.
There was a lot more to this entry but to be fair to her, I'll refrain from keeping it public. I'm just glad I'm moving. And even though I've lost her as a friend this year, I'm starting to realize, I don't give a flying fuck.
Summit rock.
I think I may venture to the hills to climb it myself. I'm totally afraid of heights and something about the rock has totally repulsed my courage, but I will do it. Going by myself probably isn't the best idea in case I fall seventy five stories to the base of the hills... but I'm not in the mood to take anyone either.
Wish me luck. I'm going to take a book.
[UPDATE]
I didn't go.
Wish me luck. I'm going to take a book.
[UPDATE]
I didn't go.
No persons - heart literature.
The Moon
The Good Folk
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blueruin
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shitluck
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pvc3
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