I know this blog's been dead for like 5 weeks but if it didn't die then this whole coming back to life thing wouldn't be as impressive. would it no one would give one about Lazarus if he walked up to his friends like "hey guys still alive, as always" because they would think me was stupid. oh yeah, this was supposed to be about roasting my Instagram. I don't really have a lot to say about that tho so lets just get into destroying what little bit of dignity I have left shall we.
caption: *sunglasses emoji*
reality: wow look at you you'er so cool, not drinking alcholo at a BAR, such a rebel, also why is that piture such a tight shot? beacuse if you zoom out you cant see the 300 other people in my coach party, thats why.
caption: my baby is here but I can not read it until the 5th this is a true test of my inner strength
reality: wowww i can read but im also out dooresy, even tho is is my patio and I have no intention of reading or doing any others activets exept BBQ's out here. plus all inner strength you had was lost when you watch the entirety of stranger things in one day.
caption: I just may set off in another direction entirely
reality: I can not drive.
caption: just found this when clearing out my old laptop #tb
reality: you also found that photoshoped image of you fist bumping braco obama but you were sprisingly able to with held that one.
there's more but I'm done. see ya when I care again.
