All day I dream about sleep.  Sleep is literally my favorite thing.  My life has a tendency of falling apart when I am awake.

It's been nearly a week since Coachella; and I still feel like Lamar Odom - Vegas addition...

METROsektual.com is heading to Coachella

...Never been sicker. 

Disregard my last post...  I am going to Coachella!

Coachella is looming and if I see anyone on my feed wearing a fucking flower crown, I will block you on all social media platforms immediately. 

Geographically. Un. Desirable.

This may sounds like I am on iowaska, but just go with me for a minute.

Wine.  Now cheaper than gas.  Drink.  Don't drive.

As a person, I would say I am inordinately inspired.  I love that overwhelming body-high when I see, feel, or hear something that makes my mind think differently.

I feel like my life consists of waiting for payday, doing laundry, and filling my Brita water filter. 

Admit it, we all lie.  I hate lairs.  I lie all the time.  Maybe that's why I hate myself so much, J/K.