turin

I shot myself today! I knew I was about due, seems to happen about once a year. just grazed my hand, luckily. wasn't even messy enough to be worth taking a picture, unluckily.
I want gory, photogenic injuries, dammit.

I also won the powerball last week, but I gave the ticket to a homeless guy. hey, I was a little drunk.

someone's ringing the doorbell. why does that freak me out? go away, stranger.

wait. are you telling me it's not friday yet??

track #3 on turin's never ending mix tape is Birthday Cake by Cibo Matto. it's good.