apparently when i got back to tyler's i layed face down on the bed and yelled "don't hurt my asshole!"
she then came into the room and yelled I'M GOING TO BE A COCK BLOCK for 5 minutes
Also, at 1:30 I emailed myself saying, "are you there Margaret? It's me, god"
he slapped my stomach and proclaimed it a baby-free zone
Living room yoga. I'm too hungover to deal with anyone else's chi today.
My eyes feel like they're throwing up and I am the only human on campus
nothing like going to the bathroom, running into the wall, thinking its a person and saying"its ok i just had the 4 beers" even the wall knew i was lying
I have managed to reach the 'after meth poster look' before lunch here...
just for future reference, lake water is NOT mix for hard stuff. nor is it an adequate substitute.
Next think I knew I was pretty much using his penis as a microphone... No more playing Eminem during hookups
eh, I feel I'm heading for a breakdown and I need to get it out of the way before I start writing that lab report.
You'll love it there. Trust me. Cheap tequila, pretentious beer, tall white guys who will treat you badly. Its got everything you like.
All I remember is pissing by the garage and the next thing I know I'm on fire
Can I get high for this class every tuesday? Its like a multi-sensory carnival acid trip.
What's the blow job-backrub exchange rate these days? I've got some killer stress knots
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