I don't care for moving. I have way too much stuff, And I dont like getting rid of things. Starting tomorrow, I'll have a new address and phone number. Ask me, or call my cell if you want it.
David Wile takes pretty pictures My portfolio is started.
With my new leather jacket and sweet engraved flask, I plan on turning into a badass alcoholic. At least for the duration of what promises be an amazing new year's trip to Montreal! I also have a hot outfit to wear on new years.
I like feeling better with charades till 4am, and sweet adventures to everywhere and nowhere to see a sun that doesnt really rise. And stupid things that dont make sense. And getting fucking lost a hundred kilometers away from home. And never sleeping or caring.
I want to be locked up and put away. I want to leave the country. Institutionalized, or walking the catwalks of Europe. Just get me the hell out of here High school for another year was a fucking mistake Don't ever do a victory lap, you will regret it.