POUR ME ANOTHER.

Another lonely little trophy
If only I could walk a straight line, I'd make it home free
And everybody in this bar thinks they know me
And my story like "poor me" (yea, pour me another homie)
I can count the days 'til you come back
Or I can follow them sunrays down to the traintracks
I can stumble drunk over hope and love
Or I could keep drinking until I sober up

CAMPING WITH MY FAVORITES!

"Older posts" for MOREMOREMORE.

FOLK FEST!

CLICK TIGHTER THAN A PACK OF BELLYS.

PHOTO FRIDAY

THE SUMMER TIME OVER ANY TIME EDITION PART 1!

LIFE IS GOOD.

PHOTO FRIDAY

HEY PEOPLE! THIS IS WHAT SUMMER IN WINNIPEG HAS BEEN LIKE! PT. 1

"YEAR OF THE TWERK"

Not having a New Year's kiss this year was a breeze when you have kick ass friends and kick ass music. Hit the jump.

PHOTO FRIDAY

THE TWERK YEARS EVE EDITION


My fave lil flapper, and my fave Sam!


N-Y-E!




Does anyone want any of my thighs?! I has too much.


Possible kookah?




She's such a beauty isn't she!








Creepin!











Best!

Oh and yo, to the blog love I got from the beer girl this night, you're fucking beautiful. And the illest! Thanks for the love!

PEOPLE ACT LIKE THEY DON'T KNOW.