it was nice. we just kind of hung out. she didnt even mention the farting incident.
I just threw up and a whole piece of spaghetti came out of my nose. I don't even remember eating spaghetti.
You drank everything last night. It was like this huge deconstructed long island that went on for 5 hours
I think if I could use my boobs as a second pair of hands everything would be ok
I'll just dance on top of the ping pong table, and if it's stable enough for that, then it's stable enough for sex
There are only families here. I'm at the bar alone double fisting drinks. You cannot get any more approachable than I am now.
I woke up naked, with the lights on, using my backpack as a pillow and a pillow as a blanket.
I was like a migrating bird last night. Navigating on pure instinct. Don't remember how... but I made it home.
There was no eligible dick at the ER. I'm pissed. Looks like "Searching for Strange at the Local Free Clinic" is a no go for the name of our first full length album. On the other hand, I got a dilaudid shot and I no longer feel like I have the worst bladder infection of my life.
I was smelling my bathroom to make sure it didn't reek of weed...I spaced out and realized I was face to the wall sniffing it for 5 minutes.
Just made a memo in my blackberry that contains seth's funeral arrangements. I have a feeling he has big plans for the weekend.
I feel I must have sex with him first to fully decide where my vagina belongs.
I knew full well that at some point during the night my penis would be out with this costume choice
I tried to be mean but not so mean that he won't bone me next weekend
We're gonna have to check the security cameras after last night
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