also, made friends with this 75 year old millionaire Tony who likes to mosh. Don't ask.
i turned job hunting into a drinking game..
like in an apt above a crackhead. A LEGIT CRACKHEAD. he woke me up every morning this week asking me if I wanted to buy a mini fridge and some CDs. at 5 am. EVERY DAY.
I've decided to tape numbers to the bottom of my heels corresponding to the number of drinks I can safely consume in them.
I wish! That ended in 2001 when we all got collectively band from the Settle Inn. As a group we are also band from social events at the zoo. It's impressive really.
it's gotten to the point where there are no existing good choices. even our good choices are bad choice by anyone's standards but ours.
I'm with the hottest fuckin fire fighter right now. I'm ready to fake my own death.
Playing nyquil pong with a cat again
A group of drunk Marines just serenaded me, never leaving this place
maybe if I avoid him long enough we could skip the talking part of "we need to talk"
So we broke my sobriety. Played life size childhood games. Broke into a cold hot tub and got laid. I think this is BFF quality!
So I woke up really sad and then I looked in the cabinet and there was weed and now I'm not sad anymore
I fell out of the car while it was moving then got puked on then puked and cried about then got back in the car and puked out the window when we started moving again
SOME DUDE PUT OUT FOR A MCCHICKEN AND YET YOU STILL WON'T FUCK ME
As a gift to myself for being so awesome at being single, I'm going to buy a vibrator
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