cos in my head there’s a grey house stationed where i send my thoughts to far off destinations
late night conceited photo shoot.
someone far more famous than i asked me last nite if i enjoyed being this provocateur so out there and so on. i never really stopped to think about that before. yes and no. i would like to lead a simple life someday a private life i think. i said unfortunately this is the only way for me now this is how it is.
one of my eyes is bloodshot. i don’t even look good in these i dunno why the hell i’m posting them. menstrual mental.
the flash delay on my bb was messing with my posing game. sometimes there is a compulsive need to document and capture every moment it’s not a need at all it’s an addiction? a habit that you don’t take note of, it’s normal but then you wake up to a billion stupid photos and wonder what the point was. oh right, that thing called blogging.
best meal ever i want melodie to cook for us every nite.
here i am telling melodie my life philosophy. shes says i’m machiavellian. i had to ask what that meant.
here she is learning how blind i am. that shirt was casie’s i think.
jeremy please don’t send that new guy over to deal with us again thanks. his nervous laughter was invasive and got on my nerves.
we realised our outfits were too much. why do girls change out of something that is working and fuck it all up?
can you picture me dating one of those guys?
parkdale is for lovers.