Tit for Tat
The glorious morning when your mother emails you an image of a penis made out of sand and asks for pictures from the Amsterdam sex museum in exchange.

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The glorious morning when your mother emails you an image of a penis made out of sand and asks for pictures from the Amsterdam sex museum in exchange.
Join me as I storm through England, attempt to study in Liverpool and take the Euro Trip that’s been…
I misread one of the side ads on Facebook as “How to grow your Beyonce” instead of “How to grow your business.”
Get vulnerable in my ask box.
7.40PM - Wow, family. Nice to see you all. I don’t want to spend my summer in Oakville, I will cry every day. Someone can feel free to rescue me.
7.45PM - I suck a Spider Solitare.
8.00PM - The pile of candy wrappers is growing. Does chocolate make you fat?
8.20PM - It’s getting to be too late…
Me in a new fitness class at the gym
Summer to do, once again, most likely to be ignored, once again: