At some point I made a semi-conscious decision that i was okay with sleeping in my own vomit.
Blowing lines off from the book where the wild things are... bad babysitter?
my iphone just auto-corrected drink to drnknghhhg...
STOP SENDING ME DANCING JESUS FORWARDS.
STOP fucking him and come play in the snow with us!
I looked at him all bewildered and he said, "what? I figured if it was under 30 seconds it'd be free."
I feel like I would bang a guy with a dick piercing just to say I have...like climbing a huge mountain or somethig
we agreed that it was acceptable to get the cat high as long as we gave her a lot of food.
listening to the two girls in the next stall finish a 40 and laugh at this guy they both fucked. they're calling him 'tulip dick'.
I vaguely remember making out with his tattoo (?) and giving him an awesome massage and then I passed out on his floor. Shrug
Last thing I remember clearly was, "ok, but if we're are gonna get drunk before class, there's no half-doing this"
Listen I'm a sentimental character under all this alcohol and ratchetry
Can you pick up from work today? There's a surprise for you on the bed and I haven't gone blind which is positive.
In hindsight following that black guy in the ghostbusters costume was a terrible decision on everyone's part
Just realized I've spent more nights sleeping on bathroom floors the last two weeks than in my own bed. It's time to reevaluate my life.
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