You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
you proceeded to suck on ur pinkie saying it reminded you of chris and you wanted him badly
i woke up with "only hugh can prevent florist friars" written up my arm ... i need to know what we did last night
I just realize today that I've dated three guys this year with their own blog. Ugh that's embarrassing.
He said something pertaining to Ragu and vodka I'm worried
..But I'm still alive. And thats the main thing
I answered the door to some Jehovah Witnesses hungover and wearing nothing but a white tshirt. I think they made it the church goal to reform me, we've gotten four pamphlets. My mom's going to make me convert if they keep coming.
i jsut waqnnna hugg thw crap outa sokme peoplee
You know how hard it is to drive a dirtbike down a road with 2 plants of weed on your lap. Fucking hard
I need to shower, but I have no shower curtain... I think I can get by with a whore bath and a hat for one more day.
As if right now I am a humanitarian. Full story to come in the morning. It involves sex.
I'm not leaving my family to go to a strip club on good friday.
Masturbating to the DNC live stream. Not my proudest moment
It's the Ides of March, motherfucker. That means we're supposed to daydrink, right?
We were covered in sweat and glitter, making out onstage, in front of everyone. I think it was a good night.
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