we sang an acapella version of barbara ann to his voicemail...i'm not drinking again until tuesday.
You get to witness red pubes. I'm almost jealous. That's like my dream.
Uh, also, Rob told me he felt bad for choking you.
You can't use the, "think about your future" line when trying to convince me to save some weed for tomorrow.
He made me write my name on his wall in crayon so he'd be able to remember it in the morning
I was so high I told him we should rub faces and pretend to be wombats. He was surprisingly enthusiastic about it.
So Monday we're lesbians.
Deal. This decision is final and any rebates on this will result in losing an eyeball.
i was completely deserted.. so i stood outside starbucks for 20 minutes trying to convince the employees to open early and take care of me.. fuck you guys
It isn't possible and the very mindfuck of that concept gives me a lady boner.
Oh, and apparently I was butt ass naked and walked into the room where anna was skyping her dude in afghanistan and said "This is happening."
So, in keeping with the last two years, are we going to watch the new Hobbit movie on acid again? It's kinda starting to feel like a Christmas tradition.
Can someone please remind me later tonight that there's a taco in my purse. I may get drunk and forget I put it there
This is the perfect outfit to do ketamine in, I must say
how do you know everyone's mad at you?
I just woke up feeling shameful
I remember 2 things. 1. Hanging through the window. 2. And she needing a bucket to puke in. That’s all. I have no other memory.
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