i’ve recently started listening to A LOT of Ozzy Osbourne, specifically this one because the lyrics speak to me and all that shit in an ironic kind of way.
i mostly wonder why he’s alive after all the, um, stuff that he’s ingested over the past thirty years, and conclude that if he can make it, i think i can too.
the human spirit is a wonderful thing.
i want his sunglasses, available here. i think i might be able to pull them off. i don’t know. eff my baby cheeks.
hey, i want French toast stuffed with mascarpone cheese and blackberry caramel.