wasted youth

by Rachel Lynch in

Only four ranches for a 40-piece mcnugget? What country are we in? Four ranches is not going to cover that and chicago cops are not going to stop me and my wild things. Summer is like wild running limbo, nothing really starts until well after 10pm so I've got the internal clock of a wolf, waking with the yellow moon. My friends are beyond amazing and more out-going then you and your attitude. Down for anything, awake till morning.