Keeping it classy. There’s nothing like a relaxing blow job before a stressful rugby game.
Going through some old pics. SPOT THE TOOL.
Shit. Graduation is more than 2 months away and I’m already getting nostalgic going through my facebook photos. Man, high school was a blur of sometimes only slightly memorable moments. I’m so happy I have people in my life who have that impact on me, to turn an average day into a time I will probably remember forever.
We may have more nights like this night ahead of us, especially with summer soon, but it can’t be helped that they’re numbered. And that makes me sad.
One Thing by The Crazy Cat Ladies
YOMO.
I love them because YOMO. You Only Meow Once.
What Makes You Beautiful by The Crazy Cat Ladies.
YOMO. You Only Meow Once.
you guys. remember the time Joanne 3rd wheeled on the couch? this girl is the best wingman ever, you don’t even understand and i love her to death.
i guess i love my girlfriend too.
Third wheelz fo lyfe. I be tricycling the shit outta that couch. Did I mention that I’m the president of the ‘Stacey + Neen’ fan club? Ksick.
My almost prom dress. Le sigh.
Edit: This isn’t my prom dress. It was, until a girl in my class got super pissed the fuck off at me because her dress looked similar so I had to return it. Hence, the ‘almost’ and the sigh. I really liked it.
The Unholy Inebriated Trinity.
Procrastination has me going through my pictures on facebook and I have discovered that almost every time the three of us are in a picture together…we’re hella drunk. Oops.
Back from my trip last week. Just hanging out with a giant JLawrence in the MTL metro. Nbd.
“Spencer has a big torso, Matt has a big torso, I have huge thighs, and Andy is perfect.”
“Queer? How queer? QUEER AS FUCK.”
“STOP SONY/KOBE/PONY 2012.”
“Redundant, abundant, fondant, pedant, adundundundun.”
“All of these S-trip kids look the same or look like douchebags.”
“I lost my socks and now it’s raining. WORST DAY.”
Trying to get into Sex City strip club but the 8 dollar cover charge was too much for our cheap asses, sheet pizza, parkour, Cara never having a bed buddy again, jumping on cars, missioning to the village, THURSDAY, Guido and Angelina, body and blood of christ, depaneurs, Bootlegger, ALL the alcohol, sleepless nights, catching feelings good and bad…getting stopped from boarding the bus for *ahem* illegal substances. Awkward.
Well Montreal, it was short but sweet. Thanks for putting up with our teen angst. We’ll be back.
Suitcase and I getting into a kerfuffle because I refuse/am too lazy to pack him.
WANTED: someone to pack this diva-esque suitcase for me. Will be rewarded with a shitty back massage and a slow-motion high five.
It would be the day I get sick when my hair decides to cooperate. Doctor’s office bathroom selfies what of it.
Do you guys like my new pin? (Taken with instagram)







