Like a [twenty]four year old in need of a nap.

TMI and inappropriate content alert, because, you know, that never happens:

I am really sick and tired of not making out. I mean honestly. Help a sister out*.


Also, I am tired and all of my clothes are dirty and I am covered in salt and chlorine and dinner out is in 30 minutes.

And I want to spend this whole $15 itunes gift card on Glee songs. Yes, that is right. I am still ever so slightly obsessed.


























*Feel free to not take that seriously. Or I mean, whatever...