Friday, August 6, 2010

three hundred fifty three.


Fuck, tomorrow needs to end so I can come to shore off this bummer wave. Bring me Matt's 21st, late night 30 packs whilst playing Halo games, and taxi cabs to mysterious, weird shindigs. You know what? Some cash would be cool too, this whole thing has me broke, still with bills to pay for the next three years.