POST OF THE CENTURY

Okay so I'm really trying to write in this bitch but I can't do anything but eat Wingstop and watch TV. I'm about to get on a plane to Washington DC in a few hours and you'd think I would be busy preparing my ballsack for the extreme cold but no, I'm just sitting here rubbing garlic parmesan wings all over my limp, overworked body. Don't judge, everyone has their own R&R rituals. But I feel like I need to update this thing because I've been neglecting it.

Oh shit my rides here, nevermind okay bye.