right round

at the risk of being judged:


the soundtrack for today's paper-writing & outdoorsing (& now starbucksing) = all the songs i own by flo rida. that's only three songs, so it's been a day of repeats.








there it is. i'm not ashamed, so don't even try.








anyway, i needed inspiration... writing about this book is like finding a bloodied & deceased equine & giving it a kick or seven just for shits & giggles. and inspired i am. or i'm at least in a very good, foot-bopping mood as a result. i'll take what i can get.








also, i ate baked beans for breakfast. but they had a thick layer of bacon on top, which qualifies them as a breakfast food. 'cause if nutella can count as a breakfast food, so can anything containing even a hint of bacon. word.








currently listening to: "club can't even handle me" (ft. david guetta), "low" (ft. t-pain), & "right round" by... you guessed it