Hello to my 50 pretty followers...
You know you're unsatisfied with your life when you start taking advice from a 15 year old.
Oh, to be young, bold and fearless.
You can blame Taylor Momsen when I die of a heart attack, because I have decided, against my doctors wishes and until my irregular heart pulpitations return, to start drinking Red Bull.
I was very much against them, but since I've move to New York City, it seems all I do is sleep and run late and delay and sleep.
So I'm joining the millions of winged-assholes and am going to see if life is easier on Red Bull.
Hopefully, I'll turn to eating healthier, exercise and going to bed at good hours soon after this test.
The Tired Sprite Bottle and The Container of Fried Chicken