Double stuffed or thin mint, I can’t keep my hands out the cookie jar. ;)
I dream of a girl. I thought she was you. Now to feel something, I got a new tattoo.
This is where I spill my guts in cursive.
So, I work at a headshop. For what it is we have a rather classy establishment. With the establishment comes very artsy and expensive glass. My co-worker just broke a $700 piece. Holy shit. Also, I need someone to eat with me when I get off work.
You've got a love...
Honey baby I can’t stand. It really gets to me sometimes. I can imagine, right?
Because this is how I feel.
Working at a headshop is the coolest thing ever. However, today my mind is elsewhere. I want some whiskey, a grilled cheese and I have a serious case of Wanderlust. I want to go west. My knees hurt, but my feet don’t want to stop. <3