My opinion of basements borders on phobic.

2009 or so:
me: can we go?
Ben: yeah, just a second.. I'm trying to look at Easter from God's perspective.

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a few days ago:
Ben: should we still head to Curra's?
Tyler: yes! what do you think I've been standing here drinking whiskey about?

My friend Adam, halfway through Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure: I would not give two shits about a report if I could travel through time.

Me: what is YOUR kid's name gonna be, T-Pain?
T-Pain: T-Pain.

myself, i don't want to change.
it's january and i'm still dating my czech the ginger.

items of mine that have been lost/broken in the last month and a half, in order:
laptop
mp3 player cable
credit card
car keys
favorite potential temporary job prospect
phone
car
mp3 player

fuuuuck. i think god is forcing me into an ascetic lifestyle.

i love the ranch

i love the ranch

i love the ranch

comment/email/message me about your most exciting/influential/hilarious/memorable/beautiful moments of last year.

it's so weird.
the week i graduate, my entire diary from the last three (beautiful beautiful) years of college is stolen.

ASK

TELL