hello wednesday.

so bamboozle was last weekend
and chris crocker was there.
jamie and i just stared at her.
i mean, what did you expect?
im pretty creepy in new cities.
that's all besides the point.
i have a headache right now.
i can't stop listening to mass pike
by the getupkids who were also at bamboozle
and i was waay excited for.

i spent cinco de mayo
@ hooters eating chicken wangs
and drinking miller lite
with my douchbag.

and did i mention, i was taken to the jersey shore
and yes, jager bombs and the new haircut
is real life.

i can't even begin to write down all the things
i experienced in the last five days
from men in elephant thongs,
to full frontals and ass tattoos,
to "how much for that hat girl?"
and seeing no doubt for the first time.
to coming home
and finally feeling missed,
and my bank account dwindling
but i'm so happy it's disgusting.


fuck labels.
i like you, you like me.
we ride or die together.