my brain is sober enough to have a conversation.. but my arms feel nice
got high and went straight for the Doritos. I'm some kind of walking cliche.
i'm transferring to degrassi. i don't care that it's severely canadian. classes are five minutes long, there's no actual work and you can get oot of class whenever you want to go have a dramatic scene with someone in the hall
He won't talk to me. He'll only communicate using scissors
Coming out of the blackout mid beej was nice. Seeing her face was not.
You will not judge me for my made-up holiday of wine appreciation day
There's a stoned dwarf chilling in the basement here. Maybe there are redeemable qualities about this place.
one minute he's happily playing with a lighter and the next thing I know, he's screaming and the swing set is on fire
Of course I have to cross through a walk for hunger
I feel like that's something that he should've asked me over dinner..... instead of with his hand down my pants? maybe not
He was on top and as he finished he yelled "I love gold" , so yeah I'm seeing him later tonight
I wrote an entire paper in under an hour about The Nightmare Before Christmas. I was also high as shit and pretty sure I dedicated half the page to the animation but still.
He told me was "pretty like the wife in some movie where the husband is a cheater." I think I'm gonna fuck him.
You were holding onto her boobs like you were adrift at sea and they were the only flotation devices
I have two bottles of emergency tequila stashed under my desk at work.
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