Everyone kept asking me if I was Jesus. I shouldnβt have expected a frat crowd to be able to differentiate between Christ & Augustus
I wonder what lucky girl this halloweekend will get to hear me drunkenly ramble about a certain ethnic group
Iβve lost my fondness for Polish people. I actually liked her and she just wanted to sleep with me. I have thrown my concordat with Poland in the fire.
I secretly enjoy the feeling of thinking Iβm gonna die, I much prefer living to death, yet the creep of death only reinforces the sanctity of life for me
Around this time of day I often find myself wondering why I feel cold and then realize I havenβt eaten in 24 hours









