March 2011
9 posts
I HONESTLY think my dad makes a conscious effort to put on the GAYEST radio station when i’m in the car with him. BPM? really??
radio: SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOT SHOTS SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS! EVERYBODY
mom: what are they saying?
me: shots?
mom: oh
just applied for a planning internship in NYC....