Oh god, shut up
So, it's been a fairly pleasent couple of days now. Listening to punk rock like I used to, which is hot shit my friend. Hot shit like the result of super nachos. Today is the best day, because daddy promised us meatball subs.
I get to try and kill off a roll of film today, and hopefully get the "Bruce's soft touch" pic I've wanted to take since the beginning of time. Time. time. Time.
Cigars make me classy. Also, sarah and I are watching Nightmare on Elm Street tonight. Excellent.
All I have left of the Chinese food you so desire is this single solitary grain of white rice, in a half dollop of Mushu sauce. This is what I have to offer you. Now what do you have to offer me?
I get to try and kill off a roll of film today, and hopefully get the "Bruce's soft touch" pic I've wanted to take since the beginning of time. Time. time. Time.
Cigars make me classy. Also, sarah and I are watching Nightmare on Elm Street tonight. Excellent.
All I have left of the Chinese food you so desire is this single solitary grain of white rice, in a half dollop of Mushu sauce. This is what I have to offer you. Now what do you have to offer me?