I live in Long Beach with a flight attendant, her 14-year-old dog, and my cat.
I have a film degree and I'm finishing up marketing.
I write about my problems.
I drink my coffee black.
I eat meat. I'm working on it.
I don't give money to homeless people unless they say "God bless you". Only then because I feel guilty.
I laugh to myself when girls cry to me about their relationship problems.
I make too much for what I do.
I drive a piece of shit for 60+ miles, daily.
I've given up on my knowledge in film because I've seen too many people without a degree do it so much better than I could ever imagine. I do believe that school fucked up my creative view. I wouldn't recommend it.
I don't get jealous, meaning if he fucks someone else, I wouldn't know what to do.
I've dated up to 4 people at a time, I don't know how I feel about that.
I don't like crowds or social gatherings.
I'm 23 and I have nothing to say for myself.
Baby Britain feels the best floating over a sea of vodka.