Tuesday, March 17, 2009

st.gitchies day.

its tuesday. im sitting home alone. everyone is shredding. my wrist is jungle jimed. im talking to courtney on skype. shes chillin. im chillin.
steves chillin.
he fixed my tire yesterday.
this is what was in my tire thing. and i just got a message. "i miss ur tallness standing right beside me as ur hair blows into my eyes".
the walk out is worth it.
patricks. day today. apparently you can wear orange. consume alot. love