but we are so very old my friend

the indie girls will eat him alive. motherfucking hipster ass toronto cool shit.


on another note goodbye parties suck ass. saying goodbye to adam sucks even more ass. granted i'll see him next weekend (likely) and around (hopefully) but it wont be the same. who will hold the seams together on rough days at work? one look from adam holds more words than any picture i'll ever take. and, yeah.

this year i will blog again. i hope. cause my memory is worse than ever.



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