do the hustle at the roller derby

you know i used to be alright,

when you woke me in the morning, waiting for the sun to shine,
and do the two-step all night,

then you'd spin me round and catch me, laughing as the sun would rise. 

i slip awayyyyyyy

tgif.

homemade sangria
- two bottles of your finest (cheapest) red
- 2 cups of vodka
- 2 shots of grand marnier
(because we dont know what it really tastes like)
- a pineapple, a bushel of strawberries and one pink lady

dinner and drinks all in one.
perfection

heres to thinking, heres to drinking.
cheers

summer of stupid

i know its probably going to snow tomorrow but i am preemptively getting way too excited for summer. tanning, sundresses, boardwalk chills, ceasers, patios and the burning hot sun.

the countdown is on.

desperate times

how i would go about prostituting myself for money

leprechaun man leprechaun man

wheres my pot of gold. lets all go back to university when times were simpler and our most urgent concerns were if american apparel still had any items in stock and whether or not we should eat the pancakes at a kegger. missing london today and all the glory of the binge drinking days.