I picture my life as a rock climbing wall. It can get very strenuous, but then, a perfect handhold is placed right in front of me that I can brace myself on for just a little while. Until I have to keep moving forward again. That doesn’t really make sense but in my head it does.
You know your family is disfunctional when your mom changes her pants in the church parking lot.
Not celebrating cinco de mayo tonight because:
-I have a C in Spanish
-Mexican food makes my stomach hurt
-I’m American
I’m a horrible person :(
You are just blinded by the attention
Today marks a very special day in history.
I listened to a b.o.b. song and actually liked it.
