i’ll keep calling, but you will never answer. i’ll think, maybe this time, maybe this time.

every single time.

unreasonable things i want to do with my life:

-own a herd of goats (this has been a goal of mine since highschool)
-learn all the words to (and be able to sing) ievan polkka

last night i drove around liberty city, unintentionally mowing down pedestrians left and right. it turns out that all i’m really good at when it comes to being a fresh of the boat minor criminal with a bad fake accent is getting laid on the second date.

someone needs to pull the wisdom out of my face, cause dang, it’s really starting to hurt.