January 2012
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That awkward moment when you’re talking with family about the hotel bathtubs and forget the word for “jets” and yell out “vibrators” instead.
Eating breakfast at 5PM.
Being jet-lagged is great.
Freaking out when something touches your foot in...
mirror: you look really nice today
camera: lol no
new years: blogging
christmas: blogging
birthday: blogging
natural disaster: blogging
meeting band guys: blogging about meeting band guys
house fire: blogging about having to save the computer
funeral: blogging
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December 2011
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I miss my girlfriend.
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This hotel connection is annoyingly slow.
I’m coming home in like four days. Bare with me.
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Okay, you guise. I’m off to Vietnam. I love you all. I have amazing followers.
I’ll be back in two weeks. <3
2 minutes of packing.
30 minutes of Tumblr.
I’m fucking leaving tonight. What the fuck is wrong with me.
Get your shit together, Nino.
