#trip:start

You know, I’ve never been skinny dipping. I feel like I’m missing out on some big inner circle thing.

Lazy Saturday’s call for some Ethiopian cuisine on the clock. I’m feelin’ some gorgeous tsebhis served with injera and a banged out old album of Marleys. Sick day.

I just watched Whiplash and I completely see the appeal of Miles Teller. Like, he isn’t beautiful, but he has that boy next door charm that I’m really feeling. 

I bet you twenty dollars you can’t go a day without swearing. 

You know what I don’t understand? The god damn hype over those little annoying yellow things. You know? The ones with the little goggles that don’t speak English and talk about bananas? Don’t get it. How’d they get their own movie? If I paint myself yellow and wear goggles can I get my own movie?

“Cazzo-- Ugh sorry 'bout that? You were in the way and i didn't see you. Are you okay or should i get somebody to help you- or something?"

I may be kinda on a make cookies and blast Outkast kick -- So. If anyone would like a cookie, please, take them from me. I shouldn’t eat all of them, like, I’d probably keel over. 

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