Bike broken, reschedule party till thursday:(
it felt great physically, but AWFUL morally.
office poll is still running 100% that Spencer Pratt is more disturbing than David Carradine's death
and in the morning, while we were eating breakfast, she was all " i think someone sneezed into my shirt..." she'll never know.
a kid who worked there came up to me and let me know you were sitting in the bathroom sink. he said it was fine, so i just kept checking on you.
Was just explained ingredients in a four loko. Puzzles of the universe starting to piece together.
I want to celebrate with you...
There's nothing I'd like more than a celebratory "The guy I'm doing just found out he's not a baby daddy" dinner.
The thing is that despite the high paying career and the increased responsibility, my life hasn't changed that much. Only instead of blacking out on $2 wells at some dive I blackout on top shelf martinis in a suit. Oh and only on Fri & Sat nights. Being 30 doesn't suck as bad as everyone led me to believe.
The bet was for naked jumping jacks. And it back fired, she just laughed at all the slapping noise.
We should discuss this later when sobriety has returned. Right now he's just like a distant cousin.
I saw it and almost just was like "Ice breaker: your penis is massive" but I didn't.
And then I told him since the day he walked away to get over what I went through he lost the boyfriend right to ask why my bed is broken.
I take full pride in being the one that broke ur bed. Want to go for the sofa?
Apparently he walked into the room and started yelling at some huge hairy dude to get out of my room. Except it wasn't my room... Because he was on the fourth floor.
he didn't stitch me up last time. in fact, he yelled at me for bleeding.
When you are 21 it's acceptable to run out of the tavern and puke all over the bike rack... when you are 35 it's called alcoholism.
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