Mar the Martian

I was so exhausted, I didn’t wake up to my alarm and missed church >;(

If you’re not going to put in effort, I’m not either. This ain’t a one way street ya know.

On that stupid theology essay, my professor commented that I have the habit of putting prepositions at the end of my sentences. Now that I look back at some of my blogs, I realized this is true…oh goddamnit.

“I live for the nights that I can’t remember, with the people that I won’t forget.” -Drizzy

My room looks like a tornado hit it.

I want to do something so much bigger than myself that will make a significant effect on the way I see the world. Some Angelina Jolie type shit, yadidimean?

Screw marrying another doctor, a contractor is the way to go.

When my sister called me earlier to ask my advice about something, I told her she trips too much and should be more chill like me. Lies, all lies. I be frontin’ all the damn time.

Every time “Flashing Lights” by Kanye West comes on my shuffle, I get burry burry happy.

I lightweight wanna dress more hipster, you know, get more down with my California roots. Retail therapy sesh? But I shouldn’t.

Work hard, play harder.

Fuck you.