So. Did i wake up at 430, try to drive home, stop to throw up at a shell, and try to clean out my car and drop my keys in a full dumpster? Yes.
So I've officially decided that I AM that drunken mistake that girls hate themselves for in the morning.
OH GOD PAJAMAS ARE SUCH A HARD CONCEPT RIGHT NOW
There is nothing scarier than watching yourself breathe in the mirror while on shrooms.
I dont have any paper so I'm writing class notes on my first response direction pregnancy paper. Judging eyes are all around.
I need you to help me convince Steph that she will like Tequila if she would chase it with A-1
We convinced the Dj to let us play musical chairs...... I won by the way.
Just ran into her dad at the strip club. He bought me a dance. I think i found a winner.
WHY IS HE GONE WHEN I ACTUALLY HAVE THE AMOUT OF ESTROGEN TO HUMP A SQUIRREL?!?!
Did I get stoned on a sunday afternoon and speak to someone on the phone for an hour about cats and their behaviour? Glad you asked. And yes.
That sounds promising. I'm twerking to human nature.
I've got to stop fucking tourists. If Chicagos piazza is anything like their dicks. I'm moving.
If so I'm coming over there. There's no way I'm having "hello, how are you" conversations with my neighbors on acid
I brought those bastards cookies so they can deal with my sex noise, fuck them and their roommate asses
I want to be her friend more than I want to fuck her boyfriend.
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