so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
i wonder what thom yorke's orgasms sound like
I've realized that my life is in no way structured to be compatible with monogamy. I'm not adjusting to this well.
I don't remember. I remember laying in the trunk of a car. For hours.
There's never a time that i stay at this apartment that when i wake up in the morning and sit outside to smoke a cigarette that i don't feel ashamed of myself.
I think I died last night. I had 14 beers..well 13 1/2 if you count the one that got spilled on the baby in the elevator.
Woke up this morning on my doorstep in a basket with a branch, a lipstick lightning bolt on my head and a sign that said "the boy who lived." i love you guys.
I thought turtle was a code word for weed until he pulled out a baby turtle from his pocket and said "$20 for a turtle"
ok. i'm ready for you to come back and test the structural integrity of this futon.
Hey! Where are you? It's Irrisponsible Patio time and you're not here firing shots down summer student's throats
Going to be a long day. text me later. Sorry I puked in your sink.
I need two food groups: booze and turkey sandwiches
Ugh I feel like I just got hit by a big giant sex bus.
dude the last time we saw him was 2 nights ago when he was yelling that the trees were naked or some shit then he ran into the forest. I think its time for a search party
you went over there?
His drunk texts were grammatically perfect. At least our kids will be smart.
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