raw denim jawns, henley shirts, long sleeves, winter

So we all know ive been wearing these pants for a year and some change.. and the first holes are starting and needed some patching and restitching. which gave me a day full of sewing. no homo. had to sew in some excess denim behind that asshole(lols) and touch up on some of the stitching.. which i ended up teaching myself how to chainstitch. anyways. these things started out full of indigo dye and now they are faded, white and dirty. the only proof of the past year i spent sitting on my ass.

second, the pics ive been taking for hypebeast what did you wear today thread has been building up and since i lack content on here.. i might as well post them. apparently ive been wearing long sleeves for the past two weeks. since its been cold and fucking amazing.

last but not least. everyone has a henley shirt this season. they are amazing. and thanks to carthartt, i can buy short sleeve henleys too. horray.

enough about this gay clothing shit.

i think i still have pictures from my birthday.. only a few after drinking a personal of jager. delicious.

love andrew.

Nostalgia

So we cleaned out the garage and found things from my whole childhood. including this old ass mac. which i used to get down on some fucking shufflepuck. and the screen shot below is probably the only proof i have now that the game used to exist

anyways, moving forward. these fucking dinosaurs.

and one of my treasured sets of toys. my fucking ninja turtles. this specific one used to do backflips. and it was the shit.

then the usual unfocused picture that i love so much

love andrew

lols

the army man thought they were cool enough for this picture

they fucked my wall up

So Dianna, Brianna, Morgan and Doug came over because they all visited from school. Anyways i would like to blame lactaid pills for being shitty and not working. its not a secret that i am lactose intolerant. but i ate a fatass cup of cold stone.. which ended up being a horrible idea. but before all that i sat at taylors house and watched some tv. riley slobbered hardcore on my pants. alright to the pictures

fucked my shit up

chocolate milk mustaches dont work on choclate people

dur dur dur. just kidding

love andrew

Dont Sleep.

And the title in no way refers to missing the drop of a garment of clothing. I literally mean dont fall asleep on my couch. I wasnt going to do it saucy, but you started snoring and erica wanted to. Anyways. It reminded me of when my house would harbor 10 fifteen year old boys who used to draw on the first motherfucker to fall asleep.