Woke up this morning at my parent's house. No idea how I got here... what happened last night? Was it bad?
We using my standards or yours?
carls jr on main st. japanese tourist taking a dump in the urinal. reading a japanese newspaper and wearing a full suit.
be there in 3 mins
That bitch is like a bad destiny's child song.
I miss waking up, opening the closet downstairs, and finding you inside passed out.
It reminded me of the time my mother gave my Bailey's in my stocking when I was 14.
Ok that kid was ether gay or 12 with a beard.
I want the one making out with the dumpster. Is that bad?
No worries. On my way home to get ski poles and wipe the sick off my face. Then it's time to get drunk in the park
On a side note the mornings you do so much Xanax that you wake up totally at one with the universe and feel invincible are great
Also, I'm going to TRY and be casual this weekend, but really, we need to be serious about equally dividing our time between party and bullshit.
Whenever we go out my brain flips on autopilot, straight to blackout.
I smelled him yesterday and almost relapsed he's like cocaine
It's like an adderall Houdini. Right when you think you have a deal he disappears
Knowing that porn stars want to fall in love is the weirdest thing I've found to be beautiful recently. I'm so lonely.
The closest thing I've had to an orgasm lately is sneezing nonstop from fucking allergies.
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