Day By Day.

Someone was having a a good Friday The 13th.




























One eyed.

Why I usually don't leave the house:

If only I liked beer & going to the gym. Then maybe, maybe I could enjoy playing kickball with a bunch of strangers. I had never seen a chug off, so many tribal tattoos, or such hostile college girls before. I will forever be remembered as the wierdo sitting in the grass or the girl who threw the ball granny style to get an out. At least I wasn't the guy who cracked his head open, right? Who am I kidding? These people won't even remember meeting me & I am okay with that.

Katober part last.