Smokin’ pot, unpackin’ the kitchen, listenin’ to jimi hendrix.
I’m ashamed that this is my first post in three months … but PANI PANI PANI PANI PANI PANI HOSE!!!
Behind it there’s a big giant weird old house out by the ocean. I can’t wait to explore this bitch. Theres all types of old school cupboards and rooms and whatnot. So old some guys name “Frank Jacobs” I guess from when door name tags were your form of ID, like otherwise they wouldn’t know who lived there. Put his name on the door on my birthday 54 years ago and it’s still there.
Living in San Francisco is going to be badass.
This is where I live now:
This is where I live now:
My current refrigerator. No need to go grocery shopping.
MY FUCKING SENTIMENTS EXACTLY!
(Source: danglingmodifier, via fuckyeahprotest)
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People I Hate Today:
- My kids mom.
- The robot lady who keeps calling me with “an important business matter. Please return my call at 800 something or other extension blah blah blah.” If you expect me to pay my debts you can’t get cheap and hit me up with robo calls.
- The DMV.
