A couple walks passed me. Some seconds later I hear:
“What’s your smell?”
“Err Jean Paul Gaultier, Classique.”
“Damn that shit smells goood!”
I’ve been wearing this perfume for 7+ years and no one has ever commented. Finally, I feel validated.
Yep, warped tour was a bad idea!
Trying to stay awake at LAX. Kill me.
How finely can I cut it when it comes to making my flight.
So much sun burn. So many unhappy tattoos.
I haven’t done any exercise for a week. Good bye hard work.