I have never felt more alone than I do now.

Sometimes I have these cliché thoughts and I think to myself “am I thinking this because it’s cliché to think this…fuuuuuck” but I think I do really feel this way, sometimes.

It’s 88° and I’m sitting in the shade and there’s an ocean breeze.

And I just got a chill.

A legitimate chill.

Lunch.

I mean really though, can we please.

Sometimes I feel like the amount of excitement I feel is just way way too much and that no one else gets as excited as I do about silly things.

BUT FUCK MAN. I LOVE IT. LETS JUST BE SO EXCITED ABOUT ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING FOREVER. AND LISTEN TO TRASHY POP MUSIC.

Anonymous asked: You are cute, hang out with me!

OK

I feel more awake than I usually do… Which is weird because I stayed out till 2am yesterday at this bar that does 75¢ well drinks on a Wednesday night.

Oh and I haven’t eaten since lunchtime yesterday.

Just me blogging about my life lalala lala

I’m sorry, but it’s not raining nearly hard enough for a full-grown man to be shamelessly using a flowery umbrella.

It’s just not.

I’m starting to regret the fact that I just googled “where’s the golden girls house?”

But I’m really regretting the fact that I watched this video result in its entirety.

Wow.

I’m just going to wear these and tell everyone to fuck off unless I want to talk to them.

But the only person I know around here is busy getting high.

And even then. Where the fuck is there to go out for drinks in Boca Raton?

My mother isn’t talking to me because I ignored her all day, even though I didn’t really ignore her, I just left the house and spent time by myself.

And then she said “why don’t you just rent a room from someone.”

Whatever, I bought a pair of blue sunglasses on Gilt.

Anonymous asked: what do you use in your hair?

Right now I’m using Mitch ‘clean cut’ creamy pomadey stuff.

My realtor still hasn’t called me, I emailed him at 7AM on Friday and have texted him twice.

This is just my list of inadequacies and complaints from now on.

UGH UGH UGH UGH

Can it PLEASE stop raining. THIS IS SO OUT OF CHARACTER, FLORIDA. GET IT TOGETHER.

I swear I’m getting SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder).

I just want to go to the beach, is that really so much to ask? ITS FUCKING MAY.

I like gin.