Feeling pretty depressed that my dream of becoming a child spy will probably never come true, since i haven’t been approached by any secret agencies who have discovered my incredible talents- highly suited for espionage yet.

(Source: shaunplus)


Ok seriously though, my dogs won’t leave me the fuck alone. One has wedged itself between my legs and the other is beside my head, curled up on top of the couch like a cat. I might sleep here, there aren’t any sheets on my bed… there is a giant washing pile though. I could crawl beneath, but I threw the top I wore out this weekend onto it, there is no way the stench hasn’t infiltrated through the entire heap.

I’ve practically been in this position the entire day, and so has my dog. I’m also in my swimmer bottoms because i refuse to get up and put pants on.

@corvinvs
I honestly couldn’t give you a solid answer, I think we all had different motives. Our mate was minding a house there, Andrew had just woke up, I wanted to chase Llamas and Lachlan had a goon sack and video camera which is a fairly self explanatory excuse.
P.S. sorry for the delayed response!

@corvinvs
If the valley’s your hood than yes, though it was my mate driving. I was in the back trying to erase from my memory, the sound of blood literally spraying out of the defenseless fox we just ran over. Then trying to justify singing along to my friends catchy song about it… yeah.

I just wanted to chase llamas and eat pizza last night, I don’t understand what part of that meant driving for four hours to Hunter Valley and back, running over an unsuspected fox and waking up with a hangover.

Wu Lyf lyrics make me weak


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