it was like my fingers were behind enemy lines
Drunk. I slept-stripped.
By myself.
Now I'm at the gym and I never want to leave. It's a combo of adderall and endorphins and I don't want it to go away
I am on a roof. I'm not sure which one, or why, or how, but I am on a roof and you should come get me. I can see info classrooms!
The problem with Wednesday evening drinking is that no gets to my level. It's like like a one man party. But it's a goood party.
I'm so hungover. I just keep eating the otter pops I'm trying to use to get rid of my hickies.
I'm trying to get fucked by 4 girls here, and you're worried about verb tenses?!
The inside of my nose has felt like the guy's face falling off from raiders of the lost ark all week
I think I'm getting sponsored by the Mexican Drug Cartel for the start of my poker career. It was an interesting night at the bar. One word, Vegas.
I farted in his bed and then in my drunken stupor grabbed hair defanging spray to cover up the stench.
IM BACK TOGETHER WITH MY BF AND HERE YOU ARE SUCKING DICK FROM 2009
now to finish some work and then i think i'll work out. or garden. or at the very least I'll continue eating frozen grapes and take more drugs
You said too many real things and now I need to crawl back inside my protective fort of sarcasm, being an asshole, and sass
Did my extra credit for a class I badly need to pass at the bar of Friday's.. kind of sum's up my college career. Got a 90 though.
we were waffle house and a lady told me her imaginary friend was sitting in the chair next to her. i don't feel so trashy now.
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