LOOK at YODA. I don’t want to see anything else on tumblr, nothing will beat this, ever.
Do this:
And there is me:
LOOK at YODA. I don’t want to see anything else on tumblr, nothing will beat this, ever.
Do this:
And there is me:
You really have detailed dreams, I never remember mine at all.
The truth is that recently everything that’s wrong in my world can all be traced to me giving way too many F**ks about way too much crap. That stops now.
Also, I really need Napoli to win tonight.
when I’m bored and people aren’t tumbling enough to keep me entertained.
I originally wrote this a couple of years ago, B.K. (Before Kabul) and I ran across it tonight and realized that the person that wrote it is still here so I’m gonna rewind and start over remembering this:
I crossed out the things I don’t do anymore and added the new habits.
Email (only when I have to not for fun like i used to).
Tumblr
Facebook (begrudgingly)
Texts From last Night
OverheardinNewYork.com
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No problem!!!