Every day same question
Do I have human will?
Now and then same answer
Don’t know and try this pill.
I don’t usually read my horoscope
but when I do I have my grandma read me my horoscopo as told by La Opinión. Es el mes de Virgo. I want a raspado.
I feel like I am morphing into a sociopath.
Im in a rush to pee and I put the paper cover on the toilet seat and it falls into the toilet and I do the “Please, God spare me from chlamydia” prayer as I take a seat.
All Mexicans have side projects.
I miss you. And I don’t know what to do.
Why do I give valuable time to people who don’t care if I live or die?
Not a rhetorical question. You are my side project.
I’ve said way too much. All the time.
I’m going to be in college again and I don’t know how I feel about that.
Me. Me. Me. Me. I. I. I. I. Deal with it this is my tumblr.
Andreas are either boring or bitches.
I am the latter.
ALERT: HARDCORE MEXICANFOODPORN!!!
Paletas de chocolate mexicano
Mexican Chocolate paletas
Me and My iTunes Dj
Me and my iTunes Dj
On one of our late night trysts
It’s like making love to myself
It’s sad and painful and beautiful
It’s me from way back when things began to matter
From the creation of matter
It’s after midnight and I’m escaping to Wrightwood
I’m ditching AP Econ
I’m walking down the steps of Low Library
I’m waiting for the 1 train going uptown towards the Bronx
I’m on an airplane
I’m passing Rosemead on the 10 freeway
I’m driving to Westwood
I’m sitting on a couch in Hollywood.
I started making an effort to smell really good (you know, like when you can smell someone’s scent from at least 1 foot away) when I became a stoner.
I’m paranoid; I can act not-stoned but at minimum I have to spray myself with something; I have to make smelling good a habit so that when I douse myself in perfume/body oils after hotboxing my car no one will know any differently, thought the stoned fledgling.
My mom thinks all “potheads are assholes.” I guess I am a reformed asshole.
I hate when people say “pot” when referring to marijuana. Anyone who says “pot” or “pothead” is a vaginahole.
My boobs have reached a size of no return. DD. I have no idea when this happened but I’m stuck with them. From here on out DD is a starting measurement.
As an infant I looked like my grandmother as she looks today. What a Benjamin-Button-esque phenomenon. I have not seen that movie I just wanted to say “Benjamin-Button-esque.”
It’s 3:06am but just a few seconds ago it was 2:11am…
Beware of goblins and ghouls.
These thoughts are passing through my mind while completely sober? Cool.