My son has a girlfriend.
That is all.
(Some of your replies to my posts lately have me thinking I should clarify something I don’t really want to talk about: Pablo moved back to...
I accidentally bought Oreos with birthday cake filling
life is hell
ok fine it’s Kelsey’s shirt I didn’t pack any green and it’s important that I stick out as an über-tourist at all times
I sincerely hope that at some point, I have passed or will pass you on the street, and didn’t or won’t even know it. Maybe you even overhear me and Kelsey talking about Dublin or fruit or penguin farts.
That seems, to me, like a perfect New York experience.
It’s St. Paddy’s in New York fuckin’ citaaaay!
I love you, Innernet