My mom used to try to get us out of bed with promises of waffles or pancakes. This morning I refused to come down to breakfast with a bunch o strangers and she tried to use the line, “there’s a BEARDO down there….” it didn’t work. I’m starving.
Life is hard. Here is someone.
I live in Brooklyn and work at Kickstarter.
or here I am on Twitter.
Stuff on Tumblr I like/d.
