i want two things in life...emily to stop talking and a block of cheese.
I hope im prettier
yea, just so you know this whole self-loathing thing is getting pretty fucking annoying
I don't remember how we paid for the cab. I do however remember giving him my heels 2 help with the bill.
On the bright side, I hit her with the door on the way in
It's official. 2011 is the year of sport fucking
And I was slip and sliding my life away on a giant tarp with tons of soap and bitches. Priorities man, priorities.
Drunk. The frashmen love me. Give them. Toilrt paper. And shiots
Something's wrong. Everything's on fire. Unless it was like that before. Then everything's alright.
he just asked me for a tag team. like at least let me get changed out of your roommates clothes from last night first...
She said "I feel like I haven't reached my full potential" and I couldn't figure if she meant in life or with the weed..
you don't go into accounting for the pussy....
All I remember is the bartender saying your sucking them down and waking up on the floor in my underwear
woke up this morning and she was gone. but she left a box of donuts on the counter with a note saying "for all the 'o's you gave me last night"
If we're going to communicate going forward, you'll need to be versed in Gillian Anderson.
Can we skype so I'm not drinking alone?
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