I hung out with my dad before my trip and he's going to Coachella. My dad is more hip than I am.
I finally called out sick for once. My throat is on fucking fire and I'm going to take care of myself for once.
I finally wrote a poem for this boy and I'm afraid to send it to him.
I think I'm going to try and go to Portland in May.
Someone buy me some vegan chocolate.
I never been so happy in my life and it's so wild. I usually have a bad attitude but lately I have had his three little birds mentality. I wish I was like this always.
I miss Nashville and being surrounded by music all the time. Take me back!
I went vegan pretty much overnight and my body is going through shock because all I ever ate was bagels, chips, coffee, and alcohol.
I need to get my passport and become an international bitch.
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