Dustin and the Whitecaps
|"Take the phone. Grab your spreadsheets. Make your casket, your bed, your life. These are the whitecaps, boy. Get ready for some rough sailing."|
I’m puttting the fuck word in this essay about yams and the shitty realism of the holidays i hope my hot teacher understands.
Being called hot doesn’t turn me on in the slightest. Being told I’m breathtaking, or lovely, those are another story.
so we’ve been crippled by a mild snow storm and no one in arkansas knows what the fuck to do when this happens. I haven’t been to work in a few days...
today i wrote two 2000 word essays and started watching orange is the new black
a good day tbh