Here is a sample from my abbreviated trip to San Diego. Basically it goes: outside, party, mexican food. The same pattern can be applied to my life every time I go home. Nothing beats good mexican food. My dad says he’ll overnight me some tacos, but I think he’s full of heartless lies.

My mom’s pincushion flowers and a slice of the sky that stayed blue for like an hour until the rain

Brian, P-fuck, and Tara dancin’ to Lady Dottie and The Diamonds downtown

Monica’s birthday present to Patrick. He was hopin’ for more

Monica and Jenna: world-class dancers, seriously

Greg was a reluctant Eiffle Tower participant

Brian getting did

Patrick tried to ruin every picture I took

Except maybe this one

Fuck yes

Fuck yes, manhandle

Fuck yes, mmmm

xo,
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