It's 4:20am Feb. 14th, 2010. I'm very sick, but drinking whiskey. My girlfriend is topless next to me. I'm watching Secret Girlfriend on Comedy Central and trying to make my life meaningful. Is it working?
I was born on a rainy Thursday afternoon. The world has been pretty fucking crazy since. I just try to not get killed and have has as much fun as possible. Sometimes I have trouble doing those two things.