guiltypleasure

you ruin everything. every fucking thing. i hate you.

bike ride. i don’t know where i’m riding to, but whatever. i just need to get out.

oh. hey pool. you’re cold. maybe i should invest in a wet suit.

i’ve never seen justin bieber’s eyebrows.

i wish i could speak russian. life (more specifically, summer) would be so much easier.

making donovan cds for his ride home to virginia tomorrow. bro needs something to rock out to.

i survived the boston driving lesson…barely.

werq.

gary is in his 40’s. he knows every word and dance move to party in the usa. this is grounds for a good friendship. i idolize him.

update: she got the hint. chicken caesar wrap is about to be devoured. yum.

gary and i have become besties over the past few weeks. i look forward to the snarky comments he makes
every night we work together.

i just sent my mom 20 texts that said “food.” do you think she’ll get the hint?

ew. got little to no sleep last night. driving hour into boston with bill. going to be hell. fuck.

“i’m guessing you guys are going to see that new gay movie?” hahah yes. we’re getting so much attention for our outfits.

eclipse was so good. kinda teared up a little bit. not gonna lie. it was just a little too much for me to handle so late at night.