sorry if i was weird last night, had weird deja vu that we had done that before, i mean with the peanut butter.
we had.
well that explains the rash. i dont think i should see you again.
we have to go try and show our tits so we can get ID-free drinks at applebees
doing lines of blow through a tampon applicator in the study lounge at 7am so i can finish an italian composition that was due a week and a half ago...such a good student.
Obama is so hot when he ends wars.
I tried to put a seat belt on in the shower. And I'm 80% sure I ate soap.
Crashed the mayor's bday party, no list for some reason. Wore suits. Ludacris was there.
The to do list extremely baked self wrote for me last night says "1. Join gym 2. Passport? 3. Join a gym" And then just a drawing of a squid
As long as I don't spend the half the week passed out/fucked up on Klonopin and no one dies, this will be the best week I've had all semester.
We got to the second bar and all he kept saying was "I'm on an alcohol safari!" Best 21st birthday ever.
Plus now I feel weird sleeping with you. It's like shooting a three legged deer. It's already at a disadvantage and couldn't get what it's full potential deserves.
in a last ditch attempt to make life awkward after i die today i want to be buried naked and have an open casket funeral.
I just got high and swiffered the bathroom floor....2 for 2 on brilliant life ideas
Today's goals: get day drunk then sober up in time for the walking dead tonight.
This is not a drill. I need a cape. And a tuxedo. Simultaneously. Repeat. NOT. A. DRILL....
I will 100% jerk off using my own tears as lube before I'd ever bang a 4.
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