my life as a teenage adolf hitler

LIFE AFTER THE CASA

I moved out of the house three weeks ago, I couldn’t take it anymore plus Larsen was leaving on a motorcycle trip alone to NYC for a couple of months. Although I love those Angelopes the casa really isn’t my place—I do not center my life around biking/getting drunk with other cyclists/ freak & tall bikes—so I moved back in with my parents. 

I walked to the casa (the warehouse afterall is only 3 blocks from my moms) where I found myself in bed holding hands and being spooned by Larsen while watching King of the Hill. In the middle of the episode titled “My Own Private Rodeo” he kissed me. It’s been several weeks we went slow took our time and had sex that can only be described as painfully amazing. 2 episodes of KOTH, a mouth full of blood and two equally beaten bodies later Dinner joined us happily and we returned to our original positions. 

I hate that you make me say it but as hard as I try to fight this mentality it is true, you can not trust girls. Women may be a different story, when I become one I will let you know the results. 

good shit always. 

good shit always. 

I live in Inglewood, I am a big booty-satanist. 

I live in Inglewood, I am a big booty-satanist.