curled up in a ball on my bed listening to my "cuddle with a boy" playlist. prettty high.
at john mayer concert. alone. to many highschool kids. i feel like a drunk chaperone with a pomegranite martini mustache
I have an odd instinct I wont find my underwear tonight
I walked out of the store holding my face and a lady pulled her daughter away from me as I then threwup in the parking lot
bark. im thoroughly looking forward to kegs and eggs. next weekend should be pancakes and pinnical, then cereal and seagrams and then whiskey and waffles.
I'm covered in sharpie and the girl next to me just said something smells like fried food. Hint: it's me. Why am I in class?
Drunk me cleaned my room for me. Needless to say our relationship has improved greatly
Yea he called the cop officer fonzarelli and asked him if he was mad because happy days was off the air. Boom, beaten and arrested
after all you did bang a few mechanics. you must have got some second hand skills by now for building us a go kart.
He even wore it to bed. What the hell. He's too excited about that goddamn costume.
His mom said he was in the ER and asked for prayers and positive thoughts. Apparently, me wishing the clap on him is not what she had in mind.
I woke up in bed spooning a vacuum cleaner
how am i in montreal? thats like a 3 hour train ride. i remember nothing.
Yesterday I febreezed my bed in between gentleman callers
His butt is perfect. Like a twelve on a scale of one to ten. No idea about his personality or anything but that ass... I'm keeping him.
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