4:33 am: Sleep on left side of my bed. T-shirts are second drawer on left side, boxers top right. I don't wake up when lights are on so feel free in my room..
we'll hang out once this whole, "your friends are robbers and drug addicts" thing blows over with my parents.
I feel like our bond is deeper now that we're both sleeping with married men. now we're really bffls
he aplogized for the shitty sex and called me "ma'am" when he did it. And he wants redemption sex. Gah I love southern gentlemen.
i just packed a bowl on a big bird place mat and smoked it in a spaceship with a slide. i love babysitting.
Her stripper name is Geico. I'm not drunk or creative enough to make this up.
Like, he's a nice guy. But he's better at fingering than he is at speaking.
I rocked my own world, he was just a prop.
Well, we could've been at the bar taking a shot everytime my rash spread. But Noooooo. You had to go out with your non- girlfriend. Lame.
I spent the day drinking wine and meditating. I'm zen as fuck.
Those tiny little fruit fly looking mofos. They fly past the phone and I grabbed them like Daniel-San
forgot to tell you your neighbor walked out of her house this morning just as I was leaving shirtless
We can't do acid Disneyworld.
i also remember watching someone vomit off a balcony which was kind of grim
Great, now even dream!me is a drunken borderline mess.
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