Cheese, frugal living, Tricky, Jay and Silent Bob, The Notorious B.I.G., bad jokes, gangsta rap, defending nationalism, zines, snail mail, dying my hair, south-west Sydney reppin', good lookin' boys and good times.
I am deliriously tired and gross from moving all day in 30-degree heat but I am in my new house and I am happy and a little in love with one of the movers who had long curly hair, knuckle and neck tattoos, was American, possibly Dominican and a cute as fuck punk boy.
I’m chilling in my new house waiting for the locksmith to open the door to my BACKYARD TOILET, getting ready to clean.
(Source: whoreofsatan, via itsalwayssunny)
If I drink all the green tea in the world, this chest infection will magically go away, right?
