For the few of you that are still around and still remember what I'm talking about ( Read more... )

I'm having a bad day ( Read more... )

I am still in Perth.
Sometimes I love it and sometimes I wonder why I'm still here but overall I'm having a fucking great time.
Also, I bought this to get me out of here:


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Everything is alright when you've got streight open road and a full tank of gas.
Everything is alright when I have green tea breath for days.
Everything is alright.

(Good thing this isn't check-in)

Spent a week in Albany in a haze of smoke and the eyes of a girl I met too many years ago to count on a page that gave me the people that I spent all the nighttime hours with ( Read more... )

Christmas morning, coffee and cigarettes and waking boys up with presents and sitting in the sunshine eating candy canes and being unable to stop grinning because no one else can either because we're just happy that we have eachother.

Happy Holidays, kids.

Drew and I were sitting outside a club smoking and a guy with a very large septum came and asked us in the least creepy way possible if he could take pictures of us together because we look great together.

I think most people miss out on the times when everything is beautiful. I'm painfully aware of it.

Australia is sunshine and dying lungs. I've spent more hours sleeping in the last week than I have awake because something got me sick and I can't seem to get rid of it. Everything about this trip is a constant state of fluidity, and everyone loves fiercely and then disappears to do the same thing elsewhere ( Read more... )

Putting together IKEA furniture when high feels like sweet, sweet victory ( Read more... )

Two crazy hooligans from back home showed up at my hostel yesterday morning after telling me they weren't going to be around for a month.
Since, I have done nothing but smoke myself silly and play assloads of pool.
I haven't been happier in a long fucking time.