i met him on craigslist. and no i'm not a hooker.
So I went home with some chick last night... I'm not sue what's worse: not getting a nut at 5am, the condom breaking and not being replaced, feeling poo when I put my finger in her but, sleeping on a heroin mattress in her living room, her swine flu coughing fit at 7am or realizing she peed the matt at 10am. Actually it was probably the fact that she continuously told me she was the classiest girl in boulder.
Still at the library. i hate tax accounting so much that i've started calling it potions...
I love watching others lives come down to our level.
The hookah bar is playing i'm on a boat. I believe in god again.
My mom gave me a book called "why good people do bad things"
I didn't realize you were one of the "good people"
Also, the zoloft kicked in and I can't get an erection anymore. So I'm depressed.
My shoe was in my mailbox this morning. I can't stay sober today.
Im eating a cannibus peanut butter and jelly sandwich, while snuggling a stuffed animal. Either this flu is really really harsh or I'm some kind of stoner toddler
The Mole People would help. They are a kind, helpful people, the Mole People are.
Mole people?
Mole people
I immediately knew he was tripping, he came over with a grocery bag of snow balls and a bike helmet on and asked if I was prepared to die for my country.
Last night you were prentending to be a broom stick...you were laying on the floor and humming the Harry potter song.
i think i passed out for a few seconds while we were having sex but he didnt notice...
I woke up on the hammock spooning a box of Cheese Itz.
I woke up in my bed with candy and beer bottles all around me and i dont know where any of it came from. I love valentines day.
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