In Palm Springs. It's wicked hot and making me puke. It feels like someone turned a blow dryer on my fucking face. Pic of me drinking beer. It's organic, light, and forgot the name. Not my name, you fucking alcoholics; the beer;s name.
_________________________ "What I do know is that if Karen Carpenter and Mama Cass Elliot had shared that sandwich they'd both be alive today." -Michael K