Beer in cans are my new thing. Got this and the biggest grilled cheese of my life at Melt in Cleveland, Ohio.
Our band name sucks compared to these other ones.
Experimentation
I’ve learned to dream. Lucid, real dreams. I’m not sure what triggered it, but it happens … a lot.
I’m going to see Pissed Jeans on Saturday. I don’t care if it makes me broke, I don’t care if it’s uses up my time. This band is saving music and I love it.
never ever ever get’s old
I just did this. I called my mother today to tell her about it and while I was nervous, I also came to the realization that she couldn’t be mad forever. But to my surprise her response to my confession was “well you’re an adult and if you want tattoos on your hands then that’s your decision”. I have to be honest here, I was a little bummed out. What happened to my parents freaking out and not talking to me for a week because of being so disappointed that I would do something like this? Or giving me a lecture about how I’m never going to be able to have a career with tattoos on my hands and I am forever going to have to settle for less? Where did my childhood go. I guess I’m going to have to try a face tattoo next. Maybe that will get notification …
My friend Frank
Hotdog truck + movie mash up
