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Uncomfortable silence between me & Rob Estes which later turns out to be just my tv on pause.
Having a wine rack & having it fully stocked is the kind of togetherness I'm striving for.
Drunk at Target is not how I expected to describe my afternoons in my 30s...BUT HERE WE ARE.
Trynna find my marbles at the bottom of the bottle.
1 or 2 would be considered a success.
Lately, I'm really into tangoing my problems away.
The thought of having to put on pants is what holds me back from doing plenty of stuff in life.
Sunday eve starts out as "I'll deffo be responsible & go to bed early" and ends up as, "Fuck it. 'Nother glass of wine till it's gone."
Lately I measure my success in life based on whether or not the pair of socks I pull out at random have holes in them.
Looking back on my life, I think I was too eager and not discerning enough with my Netflix star ratings. I was so young.
An international man of mystery with a constant yearning to boogie down.