Sorry I totally forgot to text you back. When you texted me I was at work at the pharmacy and it was stupid busy. And then of course I had my 8 hour "shoot me b/c half of Loyola comes in to buy plan B" shift.
hows that letter of apology to the waitress at waffle house coming?
walking through the french quarter. a homeless guy just offered me a pigeon. gotta love new orleans.
I think you missed the wrong class. Im pretty sure we were taught how to buy cocaine.
I'm hard boiling eggs, drinking rum, and talking to my 8 year old brother about the 10's times tables. This is what thursday is all about.
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
I gotta stop tellin complete strangers at the bar that they're the godparents to my first born
Dong worry about me. I just cashed bottle of wine when I found out he was in town, I'm being dramatic. I'll text you tomorrow when I'm sober and my face stops bleeding
I'm never drinking again. I saw way more penises than I ever cared to see last night. And I've decided that I'm going to live in Scotland.
I need an explanation for both of these epiphanies.
Also CANADIAN LIPS TASTE OF MAPLE SYRUP AND APOLOGIES. SORRY.
And we had three hours of crazy sex then his roommate ate pizza off me while I was sleeping.
Welp... sober this am and I still have a parrot.
It's beautiful and huge. Like a dinosaur.
I just saw your brother in some random persons yard climbing a tree. Just saying.
Probably on drugs.
Dude, A DAMN CHEESEBURGER HIT ME IN THE FACE!!! WTF was i suppoused to do!?.
Randomize