My name is Jimmy. Pottermore: NoxKnight50. I'm a jerk when I want to be, a friend when I have to be, and an adventure waiting to explode into the world. I want people along for the ride. I'm 22, I'm stupid, I'm still learning, and I have random thoughts. These are those thoughts.
And there was booze and weird times to be had.
If the name is in quotations, it is not their real freaking name. Other than that, the following story is 100% true as best as I can remember it. Some sections may be beer-fueled hallucinations, but I’ll try and discount all the dinosaur zombie fights from there.
My Holiday…
Consisted of me spending it in bumfuck nowhere, with bumfuck no one, and getting a bunch of things my mom thinks I need to become a man before she ditched me to hang with her friends. I wanted a bunch of nerd stuff. You know, Harry Potter hoodies, money to get the Heartless symbol tattooed on me, shirts with superheroes, and comic books. Instead, I get a new wallet, cologne, and a dress shirt. Bleh.
Ah well. Merry Christmas, all you Tumblr people, and if I could, I’d pass out hugs all around.
Fuck it, maybe I’ll try. I’ll start studying astral projection right now.
