call me tomorrow and ask me about coke-whore stripper. It hasnt happened yet, but im sure it will be plenty disappointing.
i lose more brain cells when ever she opens her mouth then i would doing meth for 8 years of my life.
The UPD just told me that he was going to call the cops if i try to run. you owe me 5 dollars, i told u they arn't real cops
It's pretty bad that I know he's opening his door from the way it squeaks because I have snuck out of his room so many times this semester...
you should break up with her....give her the gift of reality
I ended up with a gash in my head from drunken dancing last night. I love life.
Monday: I just need a drink Tuesday: OMG no more this week! Wednesday: oh shit how'd I get drunk Thursday: I'm glad you've stopped the pretenses
you had a pretty long talk with your shrooms in attempt to make them not give you a bad trip, it failed
It's a piss down the stairs of the hotel kind of night
I just looked at your pics on Facebook....there was cake? Where the fuck was I!?
Well. At least he's a gentleman. A gentleman satanist.
I walked into the living room this morning and he was there with 3 shots in a row. He said it was "tea time."
was his pinky out?
Did I call him? He cried after taking my bra off. You tell me.
Ok next time we are filming it. You bring the camera and I'll buy more socks
I'm at the fucking ritz Carlton and I would leave here to cuddle with her. Not even fuck, just cuddle. What th hell is wrong with me?
I think it's called love, bro
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