I just realized how much I have been wearing shorts this summer. I dont even fucking LIKE shorts. But I'm hanging out at my house wearing pants for like first time since I left Atlanta, and it kind of rules.
I need some new jeans man, gotta bring the pants back into my life.
Life Update: When i get back from visiting Atlanta in October, I am moving to Austin with my friend Ellyn. Why? Because that city is fucking amazing [And for bonus points, there are attractive bearded dudes left and right]. and plus, why not?