Tuesday, September 10

Lee and Kyle. x

What I would do for food: getting squashed between 2 fatties. 

Poem of the day
9 hours of drinking and I was only slightly buzzed. 
Went out for a short drive and that didn't stop me either. 
9 hours straight of drinking,
from the moment I stepped into Lee's car.

Cuddles with these fuckers. 
Jiro Dreams of sushi, 27 dollars worth of sushi, THE WORST SHORTBREAD COOKIES, me time with Lee, 24 Exports, $1k duvet, Chivas Regal, Sinister, some fucking cranberry Cruiser shit and Snatch.

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