Twentysomething

Why does every guy I see driving a sportscar (e.g. BMW) look like an assclown?  Always some ruddy-faced beef-caked middle age dude with a constipated look on his face from yelling at one too many analysts whose knees are failing from his attempts to relive his college

Can't sleep. Worries about not making it. Not making it on time in the months to come.  Feels like I'm in the passenger seat of a car veering in the wrong direction. Our worlds all collide, bursting and spinning penetratingly into the sublime and unblinking smiles

recently i've gotted bored of denims.  on a new pants kick. but considering my short time here, i'll just have to make do with browsing. after a weekend of being buzzed and smoking way more than i should have, i'm beat.  after two straight

Started scooter cam.  Much like Fishercam, except that I'm' on the scooter.  Things look different on wheels, and pixelated and all, I'll do what I can.

For most of the night, we and a couple of other girls had a booth on the top floor, with a view of the dance floor below.  Had some skunk Miller Lites and Jess shared her candy.

Sangria is a great fuckerrific good good thing.  Well, I've been meaning to make some, but I'd rather just drink it.  One of my local writing places serves a pretty good batch... but I think I'll start concocting my own.  I'm just