Charles is a playa. And I don't mean the spanish word for beach.
So im walking through ohare and this guy walks by with a cart full of big bottles of liquor. I want to know what flight hes on.
Why do I feel like I'm not the only one drinking to make my night class teacher look better?
With me living this close to Mexico now, Tequila is just a geographical choice at this point if nothing else.
Also, just had a student offer to sell me Xanax. Want some? Just for like a rainy day. Or our memorial day shitshow. Or just another Wednesday night.
I give up. I can't handle that class sober any longer. I have an army of whiskey shooters for the next three weeks. Wish me luck.
I WOKE UP IN A FUCKING DOG BED HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL
I just picked up my phone and one shoe from the man mowing the lawn next to the ice rink. He found them in a tree.
The fact that you walked around talking like Barbie and still got laid amazes me.
Let's knock shit down like godzilla and have intense sex in the rubble
I'm high. ignore me
Yes I peed all over myself and lost both my credit cards, who wants to know?
your keys are upstairs on the nightstand or I put them in the hole in the wall
And then you two got up and shouted in near perfect unison "I'M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR BASKIN ROBBINS" The bar just looked at us horrified.
Drink. Fuck. Waffle House. Repeat.
After we fucked we sat in bed and watched Charlie St. Cloud and he fed me ice cream. It was probably the most romantic thing I've ever done.
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