All clocks say 12:00 am, meaning I'm now old enough to order alcohol and all other perks of being 21 (which is what?). That and between these two sentences I got mobbed by a uh, mob of guys on a rampage, due to this fact.
do you even plan on returning to this blog? Because, if not, I wouldn't like to stop checking it everyday in hopes that you'll have left some nugget of insight into your quite fun, eventful life. It's like waking up christmas morning and seeing no presents under the tree - it's fucking annoying!
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do you even plan on returning to this blog? Because, if not, I wouldn't like to stop checking it everyday in hopes that you'll have left some nugget of insight into your quite fun, eventful life. It's like waking up christmas morning and seeing no presents under the tree - it's fucking annoying!
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