More than likely going to do a social media hiatus, meaning I’ll be deleting the tumblr app off my phone and this blog will soon be inactive. If you want to keep in touch, lemme know. Texting/skype will likely be the only way to get at me.
I’m surrounded by people who just wanna get blackout drunk for fun. Like nah man. Let’s go camping or take a road trip or do some stuff we haven’t done before. I wanna live.
This is how I feel about most of my exes and none of them seem to understand why
you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
I need exotic animal experience to get a job as an animal trainer
I need money to move out of state to get a full time trainer position because I know I’m not gonna get one in New York
The Job that gives me experience doesn’t pay a lot of money.
My bills have me pretty much breaking even with my income every month so I’m no longer saving any money.
… So basically, I’m really fucking stuck right now.
A possum broke into an Australian bakery and ate so many pastries it couldn’t move. This is how they found him.
I live for this post
"Do what you must, for I have already won."