Sunday is my day off.

Hooray for croquet and medicinal baked goods.

Bitter buffalo.

When you're 14 and you say "I don't give a fuck," it doesn't really mean the same thing as it does 10 years down the road. Not to say it's more or less significant... its just more... Involved now. Look at all those gawking faces.

I'm treading through murky waters lately folks. So leave you're name and number and I'll get back to you when I'm not crazy.

Unless I decided to smash my cell phone into hundreds of wonderful shiny little pieces. Then forget about it.