it was terrible. i could've done a better job by myself.
Just had to open a tuna can with a spoon. Gave me a sense of hunting for my own food.
I'm just looking at Lindsay Lohan's vagina.
Oh yea! I was just doing that too!
i just realized i've been trying to levitate the potatoe chip out of her hand for the past ten minutes. i think i smoked to much.
I am dripping wet and slathered in glitter and banana mush. I love gay guys.
Dubbing lion king over planet earth. That stoned.
Also, at 1:30 I emailed myself saying, "are you there Margaret? It's me, god"
Well, love is in the air. And by that I mean: it seriously smells like sex in here.
i just thought that perhaps i was done with the "boning on someone else's futon" stage of my life. guess not.
So what's the verdict on pumpkin smoothies with vodka? I puked.
Like do you realize his dealer came out with a gun and we laughed like it was all just fun and games...
Se wrote an essay in class about proper and fashionable winter wear for dogs. Of course I regret fucking her.
I tried to open a bottle of wine with toenail clippers last night. So this morning was obviously rough.
I'm definitely not going to be able to fuck him high. I won't be able to not laugh at his man boobs
He took my Spanx off and still fucked me twice. I call that success.
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