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i went to tahoe and shit. i took a shit in tahoe. shit, i think i took a few. why do i always talk about shit. we'll never know, so we might as well enjoy it. right?

 my crotch in glasses. 

that there was a few insta-photos from the trip. i was gone for four nights and five days. i'm tired. i'd like to just sit down.. on a couch. a nice one. NOT mine. i'd sit on the couch. drink some water. plain. watch television. seinfeld. and just chill.

but it's not very bloody likely, is it?

i'm a very lucky girl. i get to do a lot of amazing things, and i am very humbled and very grateful. i am basically doing exactly what i've always wanted to be doing. and hot damn, i'm only twenty five hundred years old. the point? it's a busy life. and i miss my boring life. i miss being in love and being home. and you know, washing socks. making dinner. but hey, what's a girl to do? life happens. it's happening. ohh fuck boys.