Tell Heather sorry for burning her hair. Also for anything else that I may have done that warrants and apology. Anything after about 10pm is kind of hazy.
I wish they had a home preganacy test, but for STDs
I got to stop making out with my boss at work. I think we should just get it overwith, be dissaponted and move on.
I just asked my hair stylist how many percocets she'd do my hair for.
finally stumbled home. 4am. made it to the bathroom and threw up. the cat came in,s aw me, looked at the vom in disgust, and then threw up too. its nice to have such sympathetic pets.
full cup flip cup was not exactly the reason I wanted to tell the cops when I was sleeping on the curb
I should just black out in my front yard again- that was a great nights sleep.
Chilling. The soap was talking at one point if I rememeber right...
sometimes when you're high at work you just have to say fuck it and eat the dog treats
I mean, who doesn't have an ex involved with bath salts?
Getting dressed and listening to the song Buffalo Bill danced to in Silence of the Lambs. I'm a perfect psych major.
Some guys phone started vibrating on the tv. I answered mine. That's how high I am.
His girlfriend left him for the pizza guy. I am not fucking kidding.
He dared you to draw a map of the USA on your wall in mustard. You drew something that vaguely resembled a velociraptor eating Oklahoma, got embarrassed because you forgot how to spell America, then hid out in the coat closet until everybody left.
Just used a NyQuil cup to take a shot. This night is headed nowhere good.
Randomize
