Wait, what.
RSSI seriously had a feeling tonight would involve us and the cops, but I figured it would be because we were smoking pot behind the water tower, tagging the tower with spray paint.
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Probably the most teenagery, douchey thing I have ever said. Except I’m 21 and this was about 4 hours ago. And about 5 minutes after we talked to the cop.
I’m pretty exhausted, but I’m sure I’ll write about it later. Because I’m great at this blogging situation.
(Edit: I’m actually ashamed at how this sounds. Don’t judge me for tagging a piece of public property, ok? I’ve never done something like that before in my life and… Well, I mean, just wait for the pictures of what these tags said.)
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I'm really embarrassed about blogging. You would think I would quit this, but I can't. It's like that movie about that gay cowboy and that other gay cowboy and how they want to quit each other, but they can't. It's like that with me and my blog. We're just two metaphorical gay cowboys who don't have the ability to quit each other. Except my blog doesn't have the ability to quit me, so it's even more depressing. It's just me, one metaphorical gay cowboy, not being able to quit an inanimate object. I'm not gay and I'm not a cowboy, but I think you get what I mean. Heath Ledger was so hot in that movie.
I write for a hip, cool site over at HelloGiggles because I am a hip, cool person. Just kidding. I don't know why they asked me to write for them.
I'm also an LOL tag editor for Tumblr, so that is also a fact about me. You're welcome!
If you're into it, you can start by reading my posts about Mrs. Coco T, pleasure yourself to Super Close-Ups of Christopher Meloni, or really get to the root of how much of a mess I am by reading about Things That Shouldn't Give Me Anxiety, But Do. Or like, whatever. Just do whatever. I don't know how to do blogs. I don't know what you're here for.
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If you're into it, you can start by reading my posts about Mrs. Coco T, pleasure yourself to Super Close-Ups of Christopher Meloni, or really get to the root of how much of a mess I am by reading about Things That Shouldn't Give Me Anxiety, But Do. Or like, whatever. Just do whatever. I don't know how to do blogs. I don't know what you're here for.
E-Mail, Ask
