I speak sarcasm. And also fluent in profanity.
I live with a constant smirk on my face.
I don't claim to know much.
I let the little things get to me.
Here I am... and fuck you if you can't understand me.
And if it doesn't change my life, I don't want any part of it.
Just bought my ticket for Portugal. The Man in May. I’ve been trying to save up my money because of the lack of hours but fuck it. I’m not missing this shit.