i had an absurd amount of sex to The Dream’s first album in high school.
i regret nothing.
9 DAYS UNTIL ISABELLE’S BIRTHDAY I’M SO EXCITED THIS BLOG POST WAS DEFINITELY MADE BY ME AND NOT ISABELLE
*googles Benghazi for dummies*
too familiar.
gorgeous people who aren’t that funny but think they have the best sense of humor because everyone laughs at their jokes because they’re gorgeous.
circle of life.
up reading about the Basquiat/Diaz SAMO movement.
i don’t know anything about Basquiat, but from reading this he sounds like a sellout.
i guess i should read more.
nothing used to hurt my heart more than being called an african booty scratcher in elementary school
don’t matter how good my day was going
once someone pulled the african booty scratcher card out on me, that was it
fuck recess. call my mom. i want to go home. i’m an african booty scratcher.
would you follow yourself?
so…rhode island is fucking bizarre.
i’ve seen some shit today.
shit that i think should be documented.
since i’m the guy on tumblr known for telling awkward stories about things that have happened to me
i figure, why not take a crack at making a blog about my transition from atlanta to rhode island?
so, yeah. stay tuned.
i haven’t played monopoly in 3 years.
the last time i played, i was playing against my ex and my best friend. shortly after the game ended, my best friend got a phone call. his grandfather had passed away. he was very upset (he was raised by his grandparents and was very close to them.)
as we were consoling him, my ex got a phone call from her mother. her grandmother (paternal) had passed away in hospice. weird, right?
the next morning, i got a phone call from my mother while i was at work. “Your grandmother died last night…”
so, i’m permanently retired from the game of Monopoly. i’m sure it was just an odd coincidence that we all lost a grandparent after that game,
but i’m not going to test that theory.
