But that’s your problem, not mine, really. As I was walking out of Walgreen’s this morning, a rather malevolent looking woman shot me the strangest, most forced smile I’ve seen in a while. Granted, my hair probably looked I just stuck fork in a socket and I had some really short shorts on. But it… Continue reading I’m clearly terrible because of my tattoos.
What the hell am I even doing? No, not with my life. I think I have that figured out. Maybe. Who really ever knows, right? But a blog? Vlog? Let me get out my Urban dictionary. Where the hell do I find an urban dictionary? Amazon? Oh, good to know, its an app. Shit. That’s… Continue reading I don’t even know what a blog is, really.