I know you read this and I want to tell you that I couldn't possibly put into words how deeply I want to be with you.

My baby brother turned 24 the other day and for the first time in his life I wasn’t there to celebrate with him. Total bummer but I’ll have to make it up to him when I go visit him in Utah.
Tonight. Montreal. My best girl Kate. Kings of Leon. New cowgirl boots. Sick hotel.
Who wants to put money down on how long it takes me to start an international incident?

Ever since my mom got a Facebook account she has been putting up pictures like this of me and my brother. This only proves to me that I was a total camera whore even when I was 5 and also explains why she would get pissed whenever I cut my own bangs.

I would once again like to express my uncontrollable fear of gypsies. This comes courtesy of my Nana telling me when I was little that if I misbehaved she would sell me to the gypsies the next time they came into town and I would have to work for them as a roofer.

Heather learned tonight that if I’m bored and running around giggling then I’m up to no good. I tried to get her to take me out to the bar dressed like this. Alas, she said no.
- Heather: What do you think happens if you put eggs in a waffle maker?
- Me: Wanna find out?





