Hurting? Yes. but broken? No.

That moment where you realize carrying a bike home for miles sucks.

You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer.

What is tired? It's the moment when you realize... shit, I forgot.

You want to go skydiving but you won't get on the plane

So many planes... so many destinations...

My body composition is 60% Titos vodka, 20% burrito, 10% toast, 5% chick-fil-a, and 5% water. Today spells trouble.