We had to be out of the dorms at 730. Meeting started at 8. I woke up at 948. Drunk and covered in glitter.
New moon trailer came on. Theater booed. I love these people.
He moved away. I mourned his dick all of Sunday. I feel a little better now.
I've spent more money on drugs for bonnaroo than my actual ticket. Proudly.
#1 benefit of having an equality sticker on my car: some girl flashed me while i was driving home
She was really fucking loud. My neighbors definetly knew my name...
I think I found out what we're going be for Halloween....Alcohol poisoning victims.
Just had a tv talk show interview in my mirror. Got into to some pretty heavy shit man, would have made good viewing.
All I want is for every tall lanky young guy who is reading in a Starbucks to go balls deep in me. That's all.
Btw, do you want me to fix this with a box of wine and a chick flick or is this more of a 'lets head to the strip club' problem? I'm just trying to analyze the emotional depth of the situation.
Someone shat in our tub last night. I'm not pointing fingers but you priors make you a prime suspect.
They said you bought the guy a shot and was talking about being Greek and then all of the sudden just puked all in their pitcher of beer and got kicked out of the bar.
"Masturbate" is an actual item on an actual ToDo list of mine. It is at the top.
Well. Another one of my exes came out of the closet.
Adderall went through the wash. Took it anyway. Wish me luck.
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