Feels like something's missing. But, I can't put my finger on it.

Seems like I only write things when I'm in a gloomy mood. Oh well.

A fine line between helping and sinking right along with it.

Sexy vibes

I must be givin' em off:

1 - Talked to my boobs.

2 - Wants to spend the entire 24 hours with me.

3 - The look and the comment.

Not interested, dudes.

And this guy

That was our first date!

This guy

Plaid shirt... check
Beard... check
Hockey... no, but who cares.

Not perfect, but

I don't like it when people talk badly about Philadelphia.

Aching

Just one week, when fucked up things don't happen, so I can sleep. That's all I want.