what does john mayer taste like? white chocolate? heh heh.

i still don't have anything important or relevant to say. it's all in my head, just tossing around at 5 miles per hour while pulling in front of a starbucks in clear weather. i cannot organize verbs and nouns to make a cohesive sentence that explains everything i feel.

i'm going to jump back into this again. soon.



yo i see yr marco ass homie

this is temporary. not like this feeling.

a real update is long overdue. i'll get around to it when i have time to sit, think, and pour & organize my thoughts from my mind to my fingers, to the keys, to the screen i stare at, and this blog that few of you read.

this serves as a temporary place holder.

i'm a horse

lmao i'm sorry this is old news but this shit still cracks me the fuck up!

her thighs are like HAMS

i've been starting to wonder. how much of something is too much? when is the line crossed from normal to excessive? how do we know when we are adding more accessories than necessary to our homes, our cars, and our everyday lives? why do we do it? why do we need fancy cars? why do we need multiple ovens and dishwashers in our homes? why do we feel the need to stay in contact with people during practically every second of our lives? what do these things do for us? do all of these things give us a piece of mind? does having two dishwashers give us piece of mind that if we wanted to we could wash every dish in our house with ease?

did my mom buy too much fruit? did i make too much fruit salad?