I am the not so proud owner of a lightly sunburnt...
With a sunglass shaped mask of white-white flesh
I want out of Arkansas
I’m not sure why, but I want out. I keep job searching for places not here. First for places back home but when I found nothing in my field back there I started looking elsewhere. So it wasn’t just homesickness, I want out, I want to be gone. I want to move somewhere new. why? why is this bugging me? what is bugging me? why do I want to run away? what is up with me? and why do I know I...
Dear lord… too much rum an no chips or crackers. Tortillas, help me out
must find me a nesbit
dammitshannon: the only way i’m ever going to take someone’s last name if i get married is if their last name is “nesbit” just so i can pull the “I AM MRS. NESBIT” card when i’m drunk