I was so drunk last night i ate cereal with a fork.
idk why but i just wanna to have sex with the idea of him. i don't even wanna meet him.
Cruel joke of nature. Hair on head runs from face, and hides on various parts of body. Aging sucks.
it only took me 1 hour to write 8 pages. i'm never doing school work without adderall ever again.
apparently "my dealer got arrested" is not an acceptable answer when mom asks "What happened? You look sad today"
The theme is smores and alcohol. Dress appropriately.
Rubbed one out while on hold to buy tickets to Disneyland. Feel simultaneously like a freak and strangely productive.
Why is there a video on my phone of us trying to snort a line of Reeces Pieces with you chanting "This is how fat girls party"?
This hangover is so bad, we are pregaming Chinese food with pizza.
Pornhub is still operational. Therefore, the world has NOT come to an end in the blizzard!
I'm sorry I keep having sex wth your friends. I'm done, for real. Unless cole is interested. Other than that, I'm done.
Oh goddamn. That a super downer Tuesday reality right there. Just hit me with the cold, hard, nasty facts.
Come home, I'm drunk on the porch and pretending to smoke breadsticks like cigarettes. Enticing, right?
I was eating pickles straight from a jar, contemplating doing something productive. What did I miss?
i just read a article called "Booze, Drugs, and Bipolar Disorder"... i think someone is writing the memoirs of my life
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