I'm Joey, and I like black coffee and FKs.
I drink, smoke, and smile too much. Sometimes I like books better than people. I'm addicted to otter pops, Tumblr, and small, fluffy dogs. I like to write occasionally, pretend that I can play piano, and watch reruns of Scrubs. And in my opinion; every single person should have the chance to say "Fuck itinerary today!" and lay down in the middle of some random field, smoke a cigarette, and get lost in the minor chords of life before they die.
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You can say hello if you'd like; you're not the only one typing with heavy hands and an even heavier heart.
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These things kinda taste like if Smarties candies had an abortion D:
Rocking the misdemeanor wristband of course. If you’ve never been, lockup is the lamest fucking thing ever. Because there’s no court ‘till Monday, if you get arrested on Saturday you get to spend your little weekend in that magical little shit-hole, which is basically a cement room shared by two to four people, usually homeless mokes, with a 2-inch futon to sleep on, one blanket, and no fucking pillows.
It’s not so bad except for the fact that there is absolutely nothing for you to do, period. Not even a fucking clock to see how slowly your ass is rotting in there.
I literally folded paper cranes out of toilet paper for forty straight hours to keep myself from going insane from boredom ._.
